stabbing minds

Stabbing minds 

Devils and angels are two-faced.

The human mind should not be entertained

Her headaches with fear it’s pulling tightly at her hair

Each knuckle so red from tightly holding her hands

“Go away, leave me alone,” she says to her intensive mind

The stench of sadness lingers over the skies

Ahead is the fear, which is said to be the rarest of all 

It’s the emotional reality of unseen signs and what could be wrong or right

A sign to cancel all plans and scream until each of her lungs crack

Her mind shatters like broken glass, each piece rigid and sharp 

The deviled mind stabs her, and the angels come running; they try to take away the pain and reframe her intruding thoughts, but sometimes they just remain.