Sunday, July 10, 2016


The night caters to our whims.
It caters to our deepest fears.
Our nightmares come alive.
They stalk us in our sleep.
They follow us back into our rooms.
To stalk us in the night.
They wait behind the closed door.
Should I open it?
Let them in?
Why not?
They are my closest friends.

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