glide reflection

For a while, when I had a stress dream, I'd get deadnamed Cause I still had shit to work through in my brain I was sick from all the wounds I left untended All these tattered garments that I could never mend Wasn't hard-pressed to make another copy When the meter was dipping in the red So I unclipped my harness from the hook And felt myself descend There's nothing on the walls And there's nothing on the floor I check my phone and open up my messages And there's some texts I had missed from before: "Yeah there's some guy outside, we don't know what's he doing It feels weird, he's on his own And we're sure that no one's seen him around here before" "Oh f*ck" "We think he's coming to the door"