place them all beside each other
perfectly lined up
like they are ready to enter
where they never need to be seen again

where they can be as they want to
in complete darkness
where the only smell
is that a of a field of fresh flowers

let it be a place
where they can drop their incantation bottle
and let it shatter
into something that is no longer needed

no more treacherous nights
figuring out how to word it right
without them getting mad
it will be a place where they do not exist

it would be a utopia
where people listen to you
where people believe you
where it doesn't take a life's worth of energy to explain

cut me off from this life
it's becoming too humorous to live in
all i can do is smile now
because fear no longer exists