Open the door, but that ain’t my neighbor,
peep-hole zoom—got a grin like a razor.
Chain on, lights off, heartbeat bass drum;
who’s that shadow with the bubblegum strut?
DayumDahlia purrs, “Sweetie, verify the face,”
I swipe left on that creepy-mask taste.
Phone at 2%, screams on vibrate—
if you ain’t on the lease, you a glitch I erase.
Open the door? Nah, I dead-bolt the rave,
til the hallway stops breathing and the smile melts away.