I am, I am | Maci Wilcox

I am a dog with rotted teeth,
and I am the cold beneath your sheets.

I am the sun, the moon, and stars;
Heaven and Hell and the darkness afar.

I am the dirt that grows your seeds;
I am the worms, the wigs, the weeds.

I am the voice inside your head—
I am the one you wish was dead.

I am the baby that screams and cries
and I am a wind of the northern skies.

I am a girl and a deafening call;
but I am alone, and nothing at all.