Why are there secrets hidden
Under the wallpaper—
Whispers
Under layers of
Distraction and movement
That have the urge
To drape a sense of stability
Upon eyes that cannot
View the mildew underneath—
When will it be time
To tear the peeling barriers
Away from rooms we need
To repaint—
No one wants
To see what lurks—
Their eyes are only drawn
To the surface-level patterns.