phantom in a briefcase
A rollover from yesterday, today was my limit.
I walked in my house getting met with someone
holding the door
closed, no replies, and faces of confusion.
As I walked into my safe space and seeing a familiar
face I made eye contact as I reached over you,
another no reply.
I passed Forward
more faces of confusion and no
A stranger in my own home.
I curled into my Second home and used its volume
buttons to lock the doors and close the blinds,
but my anxiety had already cracked the ceiling.
A poke and confession from
You saying I went
The carelessness of lines crossed and feelings of
being broken, I slip back into my Cloak and fall back
in love with the things I never noticed.