don't be frighten of the corner of your eye,
be weary of the sounds, the smells,
just as I stealthily tipped down the hallway to see you.

warm nights,
cold air conditioner vents,
as you seamlessly drift to sleep.

you think of the summer memories.

write a story, tell a poem
right or wrong,
freed thoughts spilled on canvas.

shadows that follow,
never look around an empty corner.

their abyss filled figures,
will eat away at your mind.

don't look away,
whatever you do,
don't blink.