Tap tap tap
Or it is knock knock knock?
Too overstretched to tell
But I sense an euphoric soul at the egress
I keep the door shut
And put some hot glue on my lips-
I hear infinite yells
But all you hear is echoes and silence
pitter-patter
Footsteps of joy walk away.
I endeavor to scream please stay
But I am in a sunken place
I yearn you don't misinterpret my
Silence as hate and distrust
But as a "saving you from headaches and heartaches"
One day I will grow up and
Open up
But not as a Hydnora africana
But as a Wisteria that bends with
The wind.
