Close Them Poem by Sierra Celeste Cearns

'I want the dark.
I want that pitch black insanity
Crawling up my torso, and gripping
At my heart until my veins close
From the pressure.
Close them.
Weld the key with your flaming
Words of denial, and lock
The organ inside my surrender.
Close them.
The heat blisters my blushed
Cheeks and leaves permanent
Gore splattered on my sleeves.
Close them.
I'm now surrounded by what
Scares me the most and I can't
Seem to stop smiling.
Even while I watch them writhing
Through the porthole of my surrender.
Close them.'