Unloved

Forgotten fears. Unloved u call. You could intaglio this words on ur throat, for everyone to see the fears of ur heart, the lonliness of ur soul. What else is there in deepness of ur mind. It gets round, nausea wrings ur insides. You r trying to clamber up from that nigritude, but ur fingers slip on the wet stone of a fear. The panic eats u up, there is no light, no space, only coldness and moisture. and ur engraving "Unloved" on the neck. Every part of ur body feels it, gets deeper and deeper before it sink.