Mind Tricks

In these vast echo chambers of a catacombed mind, to hear myself lost and alone in the darkness was frightening.

But even worse was when I became awsre of it – and then they became aware of me and came scurry-crawling in their eagerness to feed.

Dark abominations of imagination came greeting to where I’d been cast after the garden was closed to me by my own hand’s sealing.

A child’s attempt to divert trauma walled off normal relating.