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…