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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