They are eating me,
dissolving my mind,
mouthing my vision,
not leaving much behind,
it is savage.

There are voices,
inside my head, my voices,
vacuous and crazy-dead,
exerting forces
of self-disgust.

They are angry,
with me wanting too much,
they say they’ve known
that I will fail,
that I will fall.

They are feeding me,
adding to hate’s weight,
blinding my vision,
it might be too late,
it is savage…

Erin Elizabeth Kelly-Moen
© Copyright 8/4/04