I desire to be undesirable;

Relative to that raw feeling you get,

When you’re home alone,

And all the lights are out.

I want you to be cautious when you turn,

The corners of my words.

I want you to feel anxious—

As if something were sneaking up on you.

You’ll lock your doors as you delve into me,

Too afraid of what could be at your doorstep.

I am the monster in your closet;

The darkness that surrounds you.

My words will devour your brain,

            Slowly,

                  Methodically, and

Without haste.