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Jul 2017
Come join me in irrationality,
The kind of mind that stares
into the corners of dark rooms.

Where my grey striped hoodie,
sits on my black chair just moments
ago. Stands the hooded figure.

The figure holds a Cheshire smile
ephemeral as the figure is, it haunts
for all eternity. Staring where the eyes
should be, it waves the cloak towards me, I wave back.

Turning on the lights and the hooded figure
whispers a silent goodbye. In the brief millisecond
the light reaches your eyes the smile slowly fades away
lingering long after it is gone. In that moment of infinite time
the hooded figure eats at my bravery.

Across the long, dark basement he hides among the shadows,
briskly walking across the cold wood floor towards the blue lit
bathroom. Turning to leave I never look back as I shuffle quickly.
The dark, emptiness behind me is full of horrors.

The hooded figure welcomes me back into my room as I shut the door
to the horrors, the hooded figure stares at me as I jump into bed
the Cheshire smile is the last thing I see before I close my eyes.
Luis Miguel Martinez-Rivera
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   Madeon
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