knock-knock
It’s either early
or
It’s very late
but is there
a time
that’s right
to write?
knock-knock
I don’t search
for the words
nor am I
trying to say
anything
that I don’t-
knock. knock.
-already know.
I want to sleep.
I want to dream.
I want respite
from an endless
itch.
How long is
your shadow
in the dark?
How bright
is your light-
KNOCK. KNOCK.
-on the sun?
Even when I say
nothing,
It still feeds.
Even if don’t
answer the door-
KNOCK FUCKING KNOCK.
-it still scratches.
You can choose
to be
anything you want
as long as
you keep It
at the door.
But you’ll
let It in, won’t you?
Because
you’re It’s slave.
And you
own It.
KNOCK.
KNOCK.
KNOCK.
