Stealth mind

In the shady depths of my mind i feel the soil grow into a monstrous figure. Its heart beats louder than my own, its thoughts mixed and weave with mine, contorting and twisting till i cant tell when mine starts and its ends. its hair tangled and sharp catches onto my memories and rips them from my unconscious being bringing them back to to the surface to warm their cooled bodies. once the newly livened bodies are warmed they peer from behind my eyes into the world casting judgment upon everything it sees. when i close my eyes to stop the unfair judgment of your mind they turn inwards to laugh and ridicule my own mind, their home. they are relentless they scratch ,bite and nail at the inner edges of my skull looking for light on which to pass more curses and blame onto the innocent. i know if i close the fleshy doors to the outside that the creatures will soon re-freeze and fade away... but only in time and with much pain and for how long a ..? a day an hour? I'm lucky to be rid of them for even a minute , for when i open my eyes again to see the world for myself i know the light that passes through the lenses will once again warm the chilled bodies and awaken them from their temporary sleep. so i sit here in my isolated utopia, blind and hidden from the world, and i think of what would be without all the scars and rust left over from the dirty creatures from within.
-Michael Flemin