In Trance

The sign above the door says no solicitors

Whereas the vines along the wall scream no visitors at all

Family, friend, stranger or otherwise

I never came in through the front door anyway though and I'd been here a million times

I'd lived a secret, favorite life within this house and I'd done my best to hide it

Loved it deeply, called it home but never ever dreamed I'd die inside it

I'd come in through the window, pried it open

Slipped in gently and drank here, loved here and slept here

And when it came time to leave, I thought it best to leave the way I came

But the window always stuck in odd ways when I tried to exit through it

It asked me questions

If the eyes are the window to the soul, why do you only feel alive when they are closed?

And then something else took hold and the window broke

The glass went only inches into my skin but only inches was enough

And once the guilt has had its fill, only then will the animals eat me as well