Looking glass window

We go to open the labyrinth's door

where the hopeless and dreamers have tread. 

It's the window we're watching, 

the blooming outside, that we find ourselves

needing instead.

Knock on the wood and pray for the best

but what are you praying for?

Outside these walls there's a world of dreams--

if you'll only just open the door. 

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Waking hours

In monsters we trust
and I'll set them all free
rather than scaring
I'll let THEM fall asleep.

Swelling.

And that is the reality of my brain.

What rushes into the caves of my heart

to be swallowed by the darkness?

Humanity. 

The fall

"Shut up," he says, and I do. He looks behind us, eyes following the stairs all the way to the very tip-top. 

And I cannot stop the trembling of my hands, the concrete wavering feeling that we're not supposed to be here.

"Okay," he says. "Let's go."

We can go but for a moment we don't move. He's watching my reaction to nothing, because I'm scared when all we're doing isn't. Isn't anything at all apart from mundane. 

"Come on." He takes my wrist in his hand so I'll move, because I'm not moving at all. And up the stairs we go to the car park, to the edge of the building, to the fall---"back up," he says. "Back up" and I don't. 

LOCKET

I have lost your lockit
with your picture
with your middle parting
when you questioned
who you liked
if you could have liked me
I have lost your love
lost your touching
lost your love
like the loser
I am missing
it's my mind I cannot
trust.
I have lost the chain
on which it hung
around my heart
when your soul was not
a shadow
when our hands were not apart.
I have lost so many
long departed but I thought
that if I ever lose you
that'll be the last straw.