bolt the front door
latch the windows
to the bedroom
where the dead go
lay down; inhale
eyes closed; set sail
i sleep; feet curled
soul slips; unfurled
white pills; sin grows
bottle hollows
trapped in skin and
leaving pretend
i dream of black skies
when the day dies
in wisps of gray
god slept today
i have a secret
of lies they told you
peered through a black hole
found heaven is a fable