The Thing With Fangs

Cover me. Save me.

Cover me when there's nowhere to hide

Save me from the crashing lightning

Save me from the arrows that turn to rain

Save me from the chaos that beckons in the shadows

Save me from the blackened burns and the crimson stains

that cover my heart.

Wounds

that are fading memories

but can never truly vanish.

Cover me with a blanket of clovers

Save me from the terrifying whispers

Save me from the swinging knife

Save me from the monster in the mirror

Save me when the lights are blinking out

and the doors are closing

when the rain is soaking my skin and bones.

Warm me up

like a blazing fire in the heart of winter 

a fire that flickers and waves

but never wanes.