Imbalance

Dark.

Night.

A knock so sharp I shudder,

should ignore it.

Don’t.

Why?

Why can’t I

go upstairs

and keep the world in balance?

A knock so sharp I shudder.

Night. Moonlight.

Owls hoot. Darkness.

Why?

Why don’t I say no?

Why can’t I ever just

say

no.