climb in through my window
I’d remove the screen

creep in through my shutters
I’ll stifle any scream

clamber in through my archway
I’ve imagined this very scene

come in through my vent shaft
I’m not always what I seem

careen in through my hearts cracks
I know that they’re obscene

charge in through my souls’ waters
I’m aware it is unclean


© Graveyard Grace