Sleepwalker

The suns rays warmth radiates,

giving her false hope,

it fades to black.

down the path she goes,

she reel against each cold, sharp branch,

the desire to succumb to their biting lashes is overwhelming,

she refuses to reach out to move them,

but welcomes instead the pain so she feels alive.

don’t cower, she tells herself, the one who keeps the fires

stoked is waiting on the other side,

the misfit monster with green eyes.