Light

"Help me." she said,
Someone inside of me is dying, struggling 
To get out, like a shadow into light , but instead,
A thunder struck  and now it's burning; my whole body is full of flames.
The creature tosses and turns, leaving scars onto whatever it gets a grip of
The pain feels oddly, almost human like but it has the howl of an animal. 

It is dying, yet I am carrying it with me, like a disease, or a mental illness,
Trying to keep my bones together but they break apart like waves hitting the shores 
And then anger consumes me and I turn into grey ashes, and there is nothing poetical about this suffering,
Yet l try to scream " Help me" , but l am choking on my own words, because 
My lips are embracing yours.