Celeste Alisse

My Worst Fear

It’s hard to describe my worst fear—

because I’m not sure

it constitutes as a fear

when it’s already reality.

Recently—

I’ve been living like

I’m tip toeing around

on lava—

tearing holes through my skin—

melting my bones—

and seducing my sanity

into submission.

You know—

it’s a lot easier to say 

“face your fears”

when they don’t 

overthrow the balance

of a life

or burn 

past ones.

When they don’t 

rewrite your

brain patterns—

stringing lines

across the mind—

coercing common sense

out back.

And maybe when

all that’s left of me

is blood and bones

I’ll tell you 

my worst fear—

and it’ll become 

yours too.