Jessicat Blackwood

Let me inside you. I will walk the hallways of your heart, I will sweep and mop the floors. I will polish and dust all the little trinkets made of memories and emotions. I will make the beds and do the laundry. And finally I will open that door that holds only cold and silence and blackness and I will walk in that space and fill it with candles and torches and singing and laughter and the darkness will be purged, and then finally you will emerge shy and timid and I will hold you close.