The window to my wrist is cracked
inviting you to climb inside.
Paddle swiftly through my veins,
slide your way into my heart.

It's drafty and I'm catching colds
from ghosts who creep in overnight.
Just looking for a place to rest,
then they sneak out again at dawn.

Spirits stomp their feet beneath
my skin. Lord, please bleach my veins
and stain them white. Please coat my blood.

These visions haunt my cluttered head
they're smothering my heart. I'm tired
of choking on charcoal and bleeding out ink.
It's flooding, sew the storm door shut.