Poem – Hole

 

I wake up in the same hole every night. Their eyes are peering at me – in silence I feel it approach. This thing exists with me. A cold, severed thought – and I am beyond terrified. Touching without a finger… Inspiring me without a word. It exists here, with me.

 

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