• A tangible taste upon my lips.

    A smile that could only be described as wicked edges on my face.

    I twist in rapture as a sound so cold left my throat, a laugh.

    Hazel stares at me, beacons.

    Only you know the heart or hearts I have.

    I can feel it crawl up my skin.

    Uses my body and extends out, out into reality.

    Sweet deliverance blinds me and I'm awake.

    The sun shines and I'm confused.

    Rap-rap-rap at my door.

    A question lies in the air, the room is far too clean.

    Hazel looks back at me and we both wonder.

    The open door or not.