PlayMistaken

She who stands at
The tops of stairs
He who plays with knives, beware
The floor is old and shaky

To the voices sent to scare
I send to you a muddled prayer:
I’m tired and mistaken
Towards the trials mistaken

What you want’s to want some more
Shut the light and shut the door
We’re all of us mistaken
The angry floor’s awakened

I’m hung up in the closet, beware
Nesting with the shadows, beware
Trees and falling leaves fall, beware
Careful what you cast