Flashbacks, and yesterdays, things that should be

forgotten, but are not, unexplained, pushed away

from what you need, only to find another place, to hide

blanking out pictures, sepia nightmares that won’t subside.

Colorless figures you run from, don’t look behind, they’ll find

you, tucked away, in the dark, you breathe, the only sound

and as footsteps echo through the hallway, doors open.

Hold your breath! Eyes shut! Don’t let the monsters in!

 

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