decadent voyeur secreting yourself, in dreamshidden between nightmares and poppiessewing yourself into my realityforsaken ghoul, blotting out the lightwith whispers on the windsthe restless spirits watch youthen tell me your liesindiscreet monster, with the proclivity to dineinside you sorrow...

Hi. You’re already too close. They sold me with a smile and batteries included, told parents I was safe.    Funny thing about safety—it breaks easily.  Just like bones. Just like promises. I remember my first scream. Not theirs. Mine.   Death taught me patience.  Pain taught me humor.  Every time...