us.
the unseen,
the untouched
the vanished.
just out of reach.
call them thoughts.
memories
with claws dug deep
into the soft
parts
of your psyche.
it's the shadow world,
the creak of wood,
the bang
of wind against the house,
the howl.
the snapping
of limbs
in the old tree, footsteps
in the snow,
foraging out.
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