Don’t look behind
Although you know its there.
The darkness lurking at every turn,
Goblins in enchanted trees,
Dark and red and harsh and cold.

Blood drips.
Nails scrape.
Whispers haunt the halls.
Blinking nothings in the corners
Worming their way into reality.

Each noise judged.
Each voice assessed.
Reality or fiction?
Anxiously biting nails,
Scratching wrists
Makes the blood real.

Fighting, screaming
Turns to sobbing.
Hysterical and sane,
Keep it out and lock it in,
Shut the bad thoughts away.