Brain Carving

I live in a headspace of fear

That every phone call is someone waiting to yell at me

That ever letter will start with “We regret to inform you…”

That every text that starts with “Hey.” will lead to a sleepless night.

That every knock on my door or ring of the bell

Is someone waiting to take me away from all that I am and all that I have

That every trick or treater is the last face I’ll see

I’m afraid I live in Halloween