In this world, there is no

chance for us, we have to hold

in our feelings and pretend we

are just like the rest of them.

When my door is closed and

they can’t see me, they don’t

know what I do; they have no

idea what goes on in here.

If only I could get you here,

I could show you this

secret place; I could let

you live here a while until

their world washes out of

you and you’re clean and

whole again, but you’re afraid.

I can’t speak to you because

they’re all around, and when

I try to whisper, you back

away and pretend you’re busy.

Maybe I’ll abduct you

and prove to you there’s a better life.

Maybe I’ll capture you and

bring you home kicking and screaming.

by Cher Bibler