I have fixed the bathroom window and locked the bedroom doors
But these windows won’t hold
Still I can’t seem to lock them all
I take note of the filth and decay
but I’m not bothered by it
The bed is rotten
but I’ll be sleeping here tonight
I look through a hundred panes and into the darkness
And I can see right through you
And right through the others
Your feet pass by and I can feel your gaze
But thankfully, I am not in your sights
I dare only to steal a glance or two, and fearfully at that
The thought of catching your eyes is horrifying
The smell of mold and mildew seems to offend you
But the truth is
I can stomach it, easily
I want to tell you about that place
About how afraid I was when I explored it
About what’s really in there
But the words are not easy
And it’s so close now
Besides, I can feel that you are pleased with me, and I am at peace with that
So I say nothing
*And we are somewhere else