Knocking (3-14-2013)

I promise I won’t die

I just need darkness, safe and solid, soundlessly engulfing all the whispers of my mind

Why can’t you seal me up indoors without a turning handle, just tonight?

I’d eat my way out soon enough with bloodied nails

And knock so gently at this world again

And stare through a tiny lens of darkness at your light, and maybe leave a letter on the wood

Tomorrow, so leave me tonight

I promise this

I’ll die if you don’t let me

I just

I just need a place to cry

That isn’t sealed inside

That isn’t shaking, turning handles, eating away with bloodied nails

At the doors I keep between us


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