closed tight against the
rambling horrors
of night.
The not knowing,
the unknown,the dark,
the silence.
Reaching out for
a helping hand thatisn’t there. No comfort
or quarter found.
Panic, confusion,
stumbling, screaming,breathless, all
jumbled.
Pin-pricks of fear,
setting skin on fire,as creaks and moans
get louder.
What’s down the hall?
What’s under the bed?What’s in the closet?
Is it all in my head?
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