this place is masterful
in the art of illusions
one minute the walls
are closing in, and the
next the doors are all
locked and there are
no windows from
which you could
leap to safer ground
i stand in the kitchen
and try to be helpful,
but when washing
sharp knives i have
thoughts that i can't
even write down
there is a man in
the living room, but
he mimics a robot,
spending his days
repeating and repenting,
trying to lure us
into the fold
i feel alone amongst
eight, like everyone
looks through me,
misunderstands my words,
forgets my intentions
fading into corners
and under floorboards,
soon, i will be a ghost
Oct 18, 2014
Oct 18, 2014 at 5:19 PM UTC
this place is masterful
in the art of illusions
one minute the walls
are closing in, and the
next the doors are all
locked and there are
no windows from
which you could
leap to safer ground
i stand in the kitchen
and try to be helpful,
but when washing
sharp knives i have
thoughts that i can't
even write down
there is a man in
the living room, but
he mimics a robot,
spending his days
repeating and repenting,
trying to lure us
into the fold
i feel alone amongst
eight, like everyone
looks through me,
misunderstands my words,
forgets my intentions
fading into corners
and under floorboards,
soon, i will be a ghost
