In Through the Cracks

In Through the Cracks

by Jaqi Hinkle

Slip in through the cracks
I stop in my tracks
Dark thoughts at a max

Breath in breath out
My sin’s in the doubt
All the din finds a route

Straight to my brain
I hate that tight strain
A trait I can’t feign

Can’t hold on to that person
The cold will just worsen
I’m told it’s a curtain

That keeps back the fear
Which creeps towards me here
And seeps up the tears

The locals are demons
They’re vocal I see them
Focal point of my freedom

Sell it like it never mattered
Tell it that my heart isn’t shattered
Hell, all this just makes me flattered