where there’s a little magic
there’s a little more
and if you can find a single reason
you can find it behind a door
like a butterfly’s wing –
you can’t touch it
but if you keep looking
you’ll find a key to fit
it isn’t made of gold or glowing
but if you listen ever so closely
it will speak into your fear
in wails and whispers, mostly
but beware, listen carefully
and start at step one
or one day you’ll wake up
questioning what you’ve done
in a place you don’t know
with more questions than one
like, where is all your skin
and why are you holding a gun?
