Nov 11
No one saw the hooded man
in the grain of the wood:
every night I slept face down
so I didn't have to look at him.
I'm grown up:
there are no figures
on wardrobe doors,
but some people make me hide
under the bed sheets.
in the grain of the wood:
every night I slept face down
so I didn't have to look at him.
I'm grown up:
there are no figures
on wardrobe doors,
but some people make me hide
under the bed sheets.
I was just watching an halloween movie and it brought to mind my childhood fear of a figure I was in the grain of the wood of my wardrobe.
(66/M)
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