(A tad off prompt.

Maybe a great tad. Idk)

“We, Simple Terrors”

Some things are

easier to say

in the dark

for then there are no

true colors, night pulls over us

a blanket, humanity,

one mask taken for the other

we, simple terrors

remove our faces, shuffle them

around—— mental roulette

everything on red, seeing

black pressed onto our

eyes, a half-sleep we’d forgot

by the dawn grasping us by

our ears, pulling us to the wardrobe

shining light on the latest

disguise, people is a loose term

everyone says it, nothing can define

then we speak a whisper

a soft sword swung wide

to even our surprise, we’re alive

a half-dream, flat, so heart

may better climb to mouth

then creak open the door

crawl out into the shadows

and speak lies clad in

torn truths, to kill is to be