Deadbolt

Behind your deadbolt, buffered from your fears all insulated in a tidy shell, you dwell too carefully and tread so lightly; are you really here?
I smeared some ugly paint on perfect walls, I crossed a line drawn carefully by fine upbringing, wringing palms of all I learned.
You try to lure, entice,  but lies just ricochet back to the subtle damage you call life with edges smoothed and wrinkles pressed.  Spackle in the cracks from poor foundation; slap another coat on.
When last did you go inside your shell, reveal your hell, enjoy the smell of imperfection--free selective truths that tend to keep your human flaws from seeping through your (former) new construction,  finely tuned sublime corruption, masked by faith in God's abduction. 
Dodge the crumbling bricks,  seal yourself inside  your tomb-your womb of self-destruction.  Live in ruins-unbreakable debris.  Hold on, security lives just beyond your deadbolt.   You'll be safe behind your deadbolt.   Stay behind your deadbolt. 

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