Sliding in
through the door.
Hear the people,
nevermore. 

Trust me in
what I say.
I’ve never known,
how to play.  

Blanket fort.
I’m not four.
It keeps me safe,
from the floor.  

A stranger thing
looks at me.
My own image,
mockingly.  

Sliding out
through the door.
Big deep breath,
I’m forty four.