Confinement

sometimes I am afraid to leave my tower
face you
part with my paranoia for another indiscrete confession
inviting you to talk from above

told you! I am not available for chats
I have got enough flies in the soup
stop frowning

it doesn't matter where you are anymore

I could paint my face with worries
drag my eyelids to the very end of my body
discover petals beneath my fingertips
seize this window of opportunities

grab them in darkness as they come along

I’m no sponge
I don’t need glasses to enlarge my world

leave me with avoidance
seek runaways while they still exist

stay away

hurry, my only teabag is getting warmed up for hot water
Outside
Rage with too many degrees

I have changed the locks
on my front door