PreventSuicide-Etc

Grey shadows loom in rows around my door a cluster of bruises, waiting for the moon to rise her slipknot circle into the rafters of the sky. They move in time, loose and heavy as a noose of hands around my throat. My breathing closes swallow, swallow hard shallow gasps as smudges tread their march spreading black into my room. I watch with nightjar eyes and hear with ghost-bat ears for footfall and door creak. Hallways baited with breath loaded as a gun and screams I cannot speak. Horror is cut into the bone skeleton of this home. In the dark my ears grow ears of their own. My antelope heart turns and runs. Daylight bleeds its fingerprints over the wall embers of relief ignite burning heartbeats and breaths through my chest with their slow growth and gentle crawl. The knifeblade under my pillow loses its weight as my hand falls. The spell breaks, and I lay my head down, down, in drowning sleep. A moment of death before voices waking with the day disturb and raise me from