I thought it would be different.
I thought that if you were exposed,
it would stop the rattling of bones
in your closet.
I thought we were the same,
you and I; the pair of us
our demons and in by so doing,
I thought you loved yourself,
respected yourself, and
I thought I wanted to be
Sometimes the nothingness of anonymity is bliss. No name, no face, no identity; it’s just enough for the imagination to run wild.