The sounds came just before
the shutting of my ears.
His footsteps; fear himself
So I plugged in a nightlight
and covered my face
with an old worn out pillow.
Completely irrationaly
I hid from the viewpoints.
The windows and doors
all a threat to imagination.
Must have been some sort of
scar from the nightmares of
my youth.
But however shallow
it was still there
like a permanent shadow
haunting the walls
of my room.
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