• Say hello to Hell's host at the doorway
    Who knew it was so close, right next door
    Shake hands with it, shake hands with pain
    Exchange subtle pleasantries, and laugh at the right jokes
    But hide
    Hide far away in the recesses of your soul, acknowleding this fear that you
    just
    can't
    look away from

    Leave the house
    By the front door
    Have relief that you didn't
    turn
    to a quivering
    mass
    right there
    on the carpet.
    Be happy they don't know
    this irrationality that likes to play peekaboo with your mind
    scarring your heart
    stunting your soul