coming
up the stairs
i see a shadow
i see
the flash of light.
i hear
the shutters bang,
animals in the woods,
their muted shrieks.
i hear voices
outside
the window discussing me.
cars backing in with
brights.
the world is moving
around me and there
is little i can
do about it, but close
my eyes
and pray and say
good night.
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