Bubbles to Lava
Is there a necessity for haunting my dreams? My once safe space that now has been penetrated by your toxic narcissistic green eyes... Those eyes that look like the silent foam on the sea that make my knees buckle and I start melting on the inside; felt like bubbles in my chest. The aroma of him hiding in my shirt and when I moved, he surrounded me like smoke.
Now, the bubbles are hot, scolding lava and I can’t breathe. The smoke is now choking me and you’re like a horrible nightmare that I can’t run from.
Go away.
I hide under my blankets, yelling, “you have already tried to destroy me, just leave my mind and move on to torture another soul who might be dumb enough to let you.”
Is he gone yet?












