They peek in the window,
Then try the lock,
But they don't really need
My permission
Heaviness of limb
And a room seeped of color.
My brain is my tomb,
Until it's not
I never know
When next they'll return,
Demanding, not asking,
For the keys
Aug 16, 2020
Aug 16, 2020 at 7:05 PM UTC
They peek in the window,
Then try the lock,
But they don't really need
My permission
Heaviness of limb
And a room seeped of color.
My brain is my tomb,
Until it's not
I never know
When next they'll return,
Demanding, not asking,
For the keys
