This Is Just A Rough Cut
To Be Read Slowly

I hope you never feel safe

with me

There’s a ghost that stands between us

once the room is free

He’s not one for malice; he tinkers in tomfoolery

So don’t let your guard wear thin

And don’t find yourself safe, with me

I hope this ghost

I can trust

I can confide in this soul all the painted words I construct

My canvas is torn

and I’ve snapped my brush

don’t find yourself safe, with specter’s hush

Now I hope I can find repose

I’ve said words so vulnerable, my my I was exposed

You cracked the hard exoskeleton

Somehow it decomposed

And don’t find yourself sleeping alone

So if you ever see a shadow come alive

with a foolish jump and a cynical cry

Please know that it all must subside

Like everyone we’ve known

who has…