my fear

It is so dark but your door is cracked open to expose a dim light. That's not all it exposed. You right there laying on the floor looking so vulnerable, feverishly writing. Writing, what were you writing? I startled you when I asked if everything was ok. You said you just couldn't sleep but I knew better.


Not everything is as it seems.
Your mask is slipping down.
Exposing my deepest fears.