If you are empty

Run faster then the movement

For smiling organs may only be found tucked

Can you sweep these walls away?

It isn’t quite right

A definitive chill visits

Unwelcomed, just as the pierce

Tripping my feet

Lids flutter into a new kind of reality,

I think white canvas surround me

Awaiting bloodstained questions

Patience isn’t among them, they bleed first

Who are you to tease?

You haunt me in my day

You appear among fog

As light as the whispers that dance

Visible only above compact shadows