The Doorway

I write to open a door that only has one key. Me. Behind the door lays  A society that is governed by me alone, here in my mind I am the ring master and audience of my private circus. I breathe life inside words in a private show and the cost of admission is too high for most. My cast of freaks dwell behind my eyeballs.   Twisting along my brainstem as we play., tog....me    brainstet  od