"Thin As A Wire, You are"

Fear is a peculiar thing, isn't it?

Thin as a wire, you are

With your sunken cheeks

And hollow eyes

When I hold you

I can feel every bone in your skeleton

Poking firmly against me

Your arms are like twigs

With fingers about as thick as a shoelace

You lurk in the shaded corners of a dark room

Watching diligently

A monster

You feed on my fear

And perhaps

That is why now

As I observe your pallid face

Pencil in hand

You’re so emaciated

You beg for my panic

We both know you’re starving

But that when I wake

You’ll be as fat as Santa Claus

Reviews

[Matthew Kult]

Liberally confrontational

Great read

Matthew

[cbastien]

Thanks! I appreciate your input.

[Shannon]

Nightmarish description.

Well said, I thought at first it was about writer's block turned to anxiety. But the end was fascinating.

[cbastien]

Thank you so much for the review! I find that perspective to be interesting, and although it wasn't my intention I love when people come up with their own meanings. What exactly made you think of writer's block?

[Shannon]

Thst the 'monster' has the pencil, perhaps. And the emaciated nature of the being. I was thinking inspiration gone dry or a muse, even.

[cbastien]

Alright, thank you so much!