There are many doors in this place.
The man with the many faces wants mine.
He wants to wear me outside.
He can’t leave this place and now neither can I.
He has pets that wait until you are asleep.
So they can slip into you whilst you dream.
This morning, I woke up outside.
I don’t know how I got there or what is happening.
I dream of lopsided night skies, that are green, and slick with blood.
I’m back in the room again.
The man is coming.
I think he sees me.
-Hidden in the bible.