nathan lyle

February 23, 2013

Uncertainty creeps on a million tiny feet
through any opening and around any corner untended.
It's teeth razor sharp and its carapace iron hard
once it burrows the removal isn't pleasant.
The parasite grows on what you usually know
are the ghosts of your fears and your darkness,
but if it digs too far in replacing too much of your skin
it'll soon make a feast of your carcass.