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 one-time 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.