It’s funny.

If it wasn’t, the terrible sadness would consume my heart.

I suppose the fear will subside like the tide,

like always

and a new shore will take shape

with solid and dry places to support weight.

The real terror is in the vehemence,

The wild, pinwheeling eyes

rolling back, like a shark

before devouring everything to satisfy

an internal hunger.

The saddest part – most terrifying – is that it’s all true

about me.