stay inside
he comes from a
very dark place
where the mold grows
on pillowcases
and blood pours out
of him during the night;
where blinds sway in
the gentle breeze of
february air
conditioned to expect
insufficient funs;
where he walks alone
and stalks the pretty girls
just by virtue of existence
I wasn’t trying to
creep you out;
I was just walking
back to my car
behind you
