Sussie

Day in and out, tracking dirt through the house.

Washing mold from ‘tween the tiles grout.

Bricks or glass? Does it matter?

Long as it’s a house?

Anything could be brought to shatter,

To shudder at the thought of existence.

This anomaly is an enigma's scatter.

Hi, my name is Patients.

A Quarter step away from dangerous,

It seems to me just too one big cluster —

Douse the fire, choke and clutch.

Recent desires haven’t thought thee much.

Step into my office, dim lit with

A cold bright hue.

Funny how they know everything

And presume to assume.

Must be an elusive rune

Hypnotic never tonic, but the beast grew

Soon.

Might tell a couple lies, or

Least take several pies. Matters not,

So long as they’re none-the-wise.

Earn a spot with the urn.

Where the cries turn purr