noteface

There's this little ache living in me,

and it is A Fraid. 

The Fraid is burrowing into my insides,

sending its electro wave signals 

into my extra eye-whatsit,

pulsing it's little tentacles into my veins and

latching on to my pulse.

The Fraid is very cosy and warm, and it is

difficult to persuade him to live

elsewhere. 

The Fraid especially likes to live in my

ovaries during summer, and

grips on to my femaleness

so tightly with his many legs that

tears leak out of me while I am

waiting for the bus.

I feel some chronic kind of beautiful

but there is no-one there to witness it,

except myself and the Fraid -

but I have no mirror and he is

hiding in the dark.