Backrooms
"i tried to make a home out of you
but doors lead to trap doors
a stairway leads to nothing
unknown women wander the hallways at night
where do you go when you go quiet?
you remind me of my father, a magician, able to exist in two places at once
in the tradition of men in my blood you come home at 3 a.m. and lie to me
what are you hiding?
the past and the future merge to meet us here
what luck, what a fucking curse."
#she knows