When God Nailed The Windows Poem by Dakota Ellerton

Lost in a dreading dream of nightmare wings and dark smoke weeping through my lungs as I pull in any type of security to wrap around my chilling flesh when her arms could not be found.

I cling to what I'd love to learn most as the memories I hold slip away like my last breath in the dead of night, so silent are my thoughts that I've thought of thinking many times before, as the last door closes and the windows are nailed shut, each possibility has collided and collapsed before my eyes as if this were the word of God - it may have been best if he'd not said anything at all.

Clawing and pull at every exit from my life, I scratch until my fingertips bleed and my nails chip and crack.With dirt and mold so crusted on my skin I squirm as the feel of bugs across my flesh spreads. Rotten food I consume and regeritate, controls in all things I want and once did, as I couldn't understand or accept much anything else.

If this reality like any other was so confinde, with every step leaving tracks to back follow into misery and selfishness, with red seems stitched through my body, accompanied with tears and blood and nightmares alike to keep you endlessly sick and desperatley afraid, I couldn't possible understand why I've stayed.