| night_voices | ||
| phil |
it's shameful how quiet you were watching shadows hanging outside the curtains as if you heard them speaking you thought you saw someone stab through her viciously smothering her face you run to the backdoor in a flash of memorless speed expecting to see blood covering the wall covering her face a choking victim, a bloodhound glints of the neighbor's blue_house echo from the head high glass as you open the door open as if not pushed it's dark inside the floor is vacant the window blowing the curtains followed by a hanging plant slowly swinging back and forth through your mind the bathroom door stuck open you see someone seen standing over the sink running water over his hands your footprints smeared indelibly into the room |
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| april n | = inspiration. | 040201 |