Untitled by Scout Noel

i feel the smallest when i’m like this

curled up in my bed with tears staining my cheeks

staining my pillowcase

my shirt

the stuffed animal clutched tight to my chest

i become that little girl again

alone in her room

scared and lonely

begging for an invisible force to save her

she slips back into my body

her soul taking over mine

so easy it’s like she never left

to be honest i’m not very sure she did

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