and still
he sees me.
He sees what I cannot.
I love him
because he does not
fear the shadows.
I draw them around me
like onyx
walls.
He tears them down,
boring a snall hole,
enough to climb
in
and shatter them from
the inside.
The pain courses
through
scalding my veins
and he fights
for my release.
Quieting my screaming
fears
one at a time.
He will stay until
the sound has died
away.
He will still be here
in the
silence
that follows.
