Doorways

The secrets I keep and the lies you stole keep me awake at night. When I toss I see you, when I turn I see the end. This could not possibly be what you planned for me, but the puppetry of your ways begs the impossible. Even now as I write, the silence of your scream invades this page with a haunting gift that chills my fingers and blacks my heart. Still, the thought of you grounds me to the depths of my desire. Can you feel this? Can you feel me?