shape

nov. 4

there’s something crawling
in the walls on the
other side of my
head
sounds like a mouse
in the attic
I hear it
rustling against the boards

I saw the shape of my
visitor enter the walls
her shadow enter the
carpet

we are part of
it all
we are one another
in warm damp November
are we really alive?
are we really awake?

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