Mild Creatures

My eyes are puffy,

my heart is swollen

and beneath my skin

mild creatures roam.


Mild because they are small

with tiny fists and feet,

appearing harmless.


Harmless until they take

up residency in the dark,

at the ends of my bones,

between each muscle and nerve


and they dance – Bacchic-like

within the shrinking forest

of my body to the beating of drums,

the thrum of my pulse,

as they wait and wait

to tear me apart.


Poem: © Kristiana Reed 2019

Between the Trees UK

Between the Trees US

Signed copies on Etsy

Image by Mila Kusmenko from Pixabay

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