It's 3:42 A,M.
In a deep sleep, I walk
down hallways of your house
in search of you,
my freedom-
the one that makes
my world seem okay.
through frozen eyelids,
I watch a formless silhouette
dance on every wall
thrashing its arms at
dead moss on your doorway.
with a sudden halt,
like a gasp at the gallows,
I step back
while dead bees form
the red carpet for
my grand entrance.
I'll cover you in warm earth-
beg for a bed beneath your lips.
I'll stagger
into your bedroom,
cut off my hands,
and finally let you go.
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