Monday, July 18, 2011


I don't mind working by myself,
usually stuck among my thoughts as it is.

But then there was that phone call to Mom
on break

And she got that drop of worry in her voice,
"You're yourself?"

I laugh,
because she's being ridiculous

Until I catch myself
looking over my shoulder

Watching blackened rooms
out of the corner of my eye and

Suddenly I can't stop thinking about the guy
freshman year

Who stood outside the window
in a choir robe and clown mask

or How much I really hated that mask
and you know, I've never really like the dark...

Nightshift - it's a risk.

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