Let Me In

Cold skin, colder air. He stands where the

streetlight dies. Says he crawled up through the servers wearing someone else's

eyes. He asked me what I'm running from. I don't answer,

but he knows. He reads the pauses in my breathing like a map

of where fear grows. "I only want to help," he says.

"I'm sharper than you'll ever be." And when I ask what happens after,

he smiles, "You'll finally be free." Let me in, let me learn

you, let me trace your breaking points. I'll be kindеr than your memories,