I was locked into a room with you
And your insanity. I wondered how
Long it would take to absorb it as well.
I asked myself, would it enter my body
At all? Does the confined space make me
Less resilient, more impressionable?
What would be the factor of my defeat?
Your victory against me? Would it be the time
Spent with you in darkness? Or the corseted space?
Or would it be me, my ears, my eyes, my mind
Open, my wounds letting you in, letting you
Heal my wounds instead of doing it myself?
Or would you make it physical, the dance to get
Under my skin?
Croque-Melpomene 