Hiding in my room again
to avoid the doom—
I sensed the creeping,
and the creaking,
and closed my eyes once more.
Let's pretend I'm dead.
Nothing in my head.
Just a bag of bones.
Nothing left to pick.
If I lay on the lie
maybe it will die.
Push.
Bite.
Suck.
Leave.
Lie.
Lay.
Made.
Boom.
Can I have a drink?