causes me grief.
Crying in the corner, a child in silence,
who cannot remain silent.
And my father moves to another room
But like Bluebeard,
My father will recognize blood on the key
Discover my wandering footsteps
And know I’ve disobeyed
I think of anything immediate.
What will pacify the pain?
The pantry door is easy to open and in my range.
Just a secret of my own.
A gateway and a release from suffering.
This affair is addiction
This affair is essential
Suddenly I want to be a child again.
10 feet deep and thinking there’s no way out.
The door is an ocean to an eternal city;
All of mankind knows about it:
That suffering births pleasure
Not the other way around.