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810 · May 2012
3am, on closer inspection
M Doyle May 2012
Close the door and turn the key
sit down in the dark with me.
The fear is warm and strokes my spine,
I haven't been here in a long time.

The moon is quiet, the room is still
I stare out the window against my will.
There's too much out there I've already seen
and dipped in memories of places I've been.

The leaves are dark and twist and shudder
as one breeze comes and then another.
Wallpaper lit by a neighbour's light
flowers jump, start, but hold tight.

The next day looms, dark and threatening
glistening with details I'm tired forgetting:
a tooth pulled out, a pen put to paper
there is no courage, just air and vapour.

In the trough of a wave, shouting calling
you're moving forward not just falling.
Keep still, hide your breathing, don't let it show
don't scream out loud and they'll never know.

— The End —