Woes and warnings

Some days my chest feels like a house with paper walls

A single heavy footstep

Sends echoes ricocheting

Down the halls

Some days my chest feels like a burning ash with flames

Hot with heavy coals

Fires roaring throughout

Out of control

Beneath the floor boards a swarm does ache

Beneath the fire

The maggots bake

I feel them sometimes in my hair

They whisper I'm broken beyond repair

In the attic there's a noise that keeps me awake at night

It makes me nervous

Something up there

It's stirring my head like a spin cycle

Calling my name , as I clench my pillow

Black wings beating my body braces

And I listen

The house is thin

The fire is real

I can't make them disappear

They are mine

And I am here