Prompt: "She herself is a haunted house. She does not possess herself; her ancestors sometimes come and peer out of the windows of her eyes and that is very frightening."

- The Lady of the Haunted House — Angela Carter

August - Prisoner

I want to get out of this prison I created unwittingly
I want to banish this constant sickness
I want this feeling to go away...

My mind is slowly turning to ruins
Worn away by the seas inside my head
Erosion of the highest order,

The beings inside my heart taptaptap away at my organs
I used to know who they were, what their purpose was
I don't know whether they're here to help, or if they're merely

Rust coloured ivy, creeping up the tower to my eyes
A sleeping beauty in the wrong fairy tale
Squirming its way inside

A rhythm of screams, played down through speakers
I'll put myself on stage, to fail or fly
All that's left is

We've come a long way, you and you and you and... me
I discount you more often than not
And lie about what keeps me strong, because this is bad
Because people wouldn't understand
Because there's no other

This piece won the August WCC. Thank you to everyone who voted for me. :)