Poetry Scrawled On a Wall Pt 4

lord have mercy

I'm not afraid of the dark-

im afraid of turning on a light and finding a mirror

this light twitches

my heart has four parts and no room for bullshit 

cold glow of a stop light at night

did you come in here to piss or write sappy shit on the walls

dogged eared pages

blood

symbolism from a library card

severe serenade

what if i dont come back?

Diana Ross on a fall day

pines for an era away from here

one where im not alive yet