Illusion & InstinctA Poem by poison&keroseneJust hastily writing down my rolling panic attack the past weekI make myself small Folded like origami In the corner of my dark closet Don’t breathe They are coming Who is? Who knows? Stifled shudders Pleading eyes I wait for a shadow A footfall A villain Nothing.
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