The room around is opaque But there is no Raven to be seen Only the monstrosities that disfigure in the light. A butterfly contorts into a moth and we are one in the same- The whispering in the night seems to turn me inside out. Lighting strikes Because thunder Isn't getting The point Across. Goosebumps and bruises and scars. This skin that needs to shed. Like drug store perfume, it fades away And before you know it, you're clean. You're clean and you're ripe and you're pure. And before you know it you're still sitting in the same corner Begging yourself to cry wolf.