There was a single candle light

It flickered dimly down a semi-lit path

I noticed Wrath as he crept along the walls

Scampered and scurried all through the hall

He opened his mouth, to scream and shout

I held up my finger and shushed him.

This dimly lit path demanded silence

And Wrath just stared at me, flustered.

Confused, withdrawn

I could see him claw and paw

at his own skin

Tearing apart

the silence eating his heart

As his flesh peeled back from his grin

His grimace sickening, his pace quickening

I could tell the silence was eating away at him

But as he scurried along, he hemmed and he hawed

and again I shushed and I silenced him

He sat back on his heel as his head turned

He kneeled over and got sick

I could tell the silence was taking a toll

It might even have been killing him.

I didn’t care, Wrath challenged me there

With a stare down to my core

I held my finger to my lips, made a “SHH” sound

And watched as he fell to the floor

Wrath died there, his body cold to the core

I lie down next to him, wrapped his arms around my skin and smiled as I finally felt freedom to speak

And said quite loudly, “In your arms, I found my home.”