nobody expects to open a door to an empty room
unless you are me
a thick layer of smoke
i forgot that someone once spoke
here
but we don’t need words anymore

you clear the smoke out with a fan
and there it is
a party
with candles
it is the most bizzare of them all

stringers that used to be saturated
cups that used to be filled
plates that used to be not empty
a seat that used to be my favorite

u walk through and u feel the presence
of everything and nothing all at once
i used to feel hesitant
and now i feel nothing at all
because there is no more need for fronts

my party with candles were met with screams and shouts
but nobody feels more fear than when the candles are blown out