I cut out my tongue to stop from spilling my secrets.
I hide in the dark to avoid prying eyes.
No longer am I a normal girl,
But a withered away soul.
The nashing of teeth and sobbing into the walls is a new normal.
The graphic stories is the new normal.
I love to be the new nightmare in my own head.
The monster under my bed sleeps with me,
in my head.
It's made a permanent residence within.
Madness rules and I have conceded.
What started out as an idea became a gruesome reality,
To my mothers burden,
my fathers embarrassment,
my brothers horror.
I am a creature of my own design.
Once a girl,
now the creature that lived under my bed.
the gruesome sight before you is me, I rule this nightmare like a queen reigns her kingdom.
I delight in the wicked games we play and sing to the hymns.
This is my game, and I love it.
I cut out my tongue to keep from spilling all my secrets.