i create things

then close the door

i explode them

then silence the roar

i steal hearts

leave sighted children blind

i am not sweet

nor am i kind

since girlhood

pencil scribbles would

take me away

large dark loops

connecting smaller into

an inviting sway

sometimes the pencil

would cut paper

like my tongue

my scribble 

unearth drawn fence posts

flying like your

heart bunkbed ladder rungs

and there you are

still in your jammies

a little boy in your mind

and i am the last minute

siren warning with no more time

to grab your comics

before you scramble

dark storm cellar stairs

pushing cobwebs

from sleepy eyes

i’m depressurizing  air

you cower

reach

oh sorry, your parents are no

longer around

and i am the cold black inferno

with your wedding ring freight train sound

hold down warped doors

with chubby hands

hang on tight

i’m dancing laughing above

like a Cuban witch’s girls out night

i’ll get bored

and move on

you’ll outlast me

you always do

sometimes i wonder when

our tornado alley love

will be through