Maya Donavan Monster

Monster

Maya Donavon

He’s running with a torch the flames grow the further he goes It starts at the chest as it burns long and brutally

Then he makes his way up to the back of my head Scorching every nerve and melting every muscle in my neck

Arriving at his last destination in my stomach Running in circles as he twists me into pain

Anxiety is a cruel monster Oh, how I wish he would blow out his torch