nagajna

(on the left)

Something ferocious,
hidden in my soul,
I don’t wanna admit or face.

Something that now devours me
instead of protecting me.

Deep, deep, deeper, a liquid black, too dark to see through. The tide reverberates with your breath and I’m scared of water.

Fragile and faded, worn out by all the times I have tried to recall it. This much, that is no longer true.