"I can make you better,"
she promised me, smiling.
I asked her, "how"
Beckoning me closer
I allowed her to grip me
Tight by the shoulders
When she opened her mouth
She swallowed me whole
It was so dark in there
So empty.
Being there felt like being stuck
In an uncomfortable box
With my neck twisted just enough to ache
Enough for my legs to start cramping
And my head to pound loudly at the door.
But I didn't say anything
Because she promised she'd help me
And she does
By hiding me here, I'm safe.
No one hurts me.
No one laughs at me.
No one makes me sad.
But it's lonely and uncomfortable.
If I'm honest, which I'm never,
I would admit it hurts more with her.