It breathes against the wall.

Exhale:

Revealing the outside realm

Where unfamiliar faces hide

In the darkest corners of your mind

And in your shadow on the wall

Inhale:

Trapping you in with the familiar faces

Which lie

With you at night, caressing your side.

These faces are not shadows,

They are the figures casting darkness

Onto the walls

Exhale:

Now through the portal

Nature is revealed.

A crumbling oak tree

Is crying because its leaves are fleeing safely

To the ground.

Inhale:

The light from the portal is now gone,

Darkening the familiar faces until

They all begin to look

Like one.

Sound and breathe

Like one.

Exhale:

Light is flung back into the room,

Pushing back the fateful faces.

You thank the oak tree

For always being in the same place.

The mouths of the faces

Exhale with the curtain,

Leaving condensation

On your cheek and neck

Inhale:

When the light dissipates — once again,

The faces are all over you,

Screaming on your bare skin,

Leaving little spots on spit

Which will dry in the wind

When it…

Exhales…