Poetry · volume 1
Time
I see you pumping gasOn a Thursday nightLooking lonely Don’t you know I’m coming for you?I’m so tired of seeing youIn these empty fucking hallways Don’t you know who I am?I lurk, I lingerI tinker with the mind I sink, I sagI lay traps and tricksSo don’t look away, don’t trip upFor too long Consider my natureI’m carefully honedTo hollow out your bones