Cold Adjectives

Trace the skeleton. Is it my own? Color the shadows. Those pageant outlines that turn talons to paws. Chase the ink as it flows needlessly. A river without an ocean. A nightmare then never wakes me.

Living it. No longer frightened. It's so cliche. Every monster a clown. Giant feet leave still smaller footprints. Red noses like about how weak I am.

As my eyes move and nothing else. Body betrayed for the thought of. Closed eyes pretending they can see.

It's not even there.

Never has been.

But I can't see.

Lost in these nightmares.

Cold, bitter adjectives are all that answer when I try to speak.