You’re on the doorstep, in the moonlight,
coaxing me me from my candy land of contorted chapters,
where I awake, unable to question, and unable to experience,
just sitting in place,
bastardised beauty queen,
doing everything I can just to get through it.
I ride alone as the night falls,
and you follow along,
flying on the wind with such will that it frightens me.
Fix me if you feel like it,
or love me as life left me.