i notice them on the bedroom floor,
scratching up the woodtile
i know you're living there,
in my home
in my room
who
are
you?

because i have never seen you before
and i am afraid
of strangers.
and i am afraid
of the dark.
and i am afraid
of drowning.
and
i
am
afraid.

are you afraid,
too?

perhaps we could be afraid
together.

would you like that?

maybe then,
we could leave
scratches on the woodtile
together.