I left my wounds
To fester
Letting the rot
Set in
Hoping
If I did nothing
For long enough
They would decay
Breaking down entirely
Until nothing remained
Fear of the Unknown
There's a monster under my bed
Waiting to brutalize the backs of my ankles
Skin my shins
And gnaw on my kneecaps.
It’s growling stomach
Grows increasingly more famished
Ravenous
Vicious
I’ve never seen it
Yet I’m paralyzed
Natalie Tisler is a twenty-two year old poet based in New York City. Her work is inspired by personal experiences often expressed through metaphors of nature. Natalie is eager to share these poems as she feels the audience will relate to the brutal honesty portrayed through imagery heavy language.
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