Nothing invokes fear
Quite like footsteps approaching
And footsteps passing

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...damp
feet
make
shallow
graves
in
paths
not
swept
quite
fre­e
of
snow...

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Footsteps
Once more I hear the sound of footsteps following me
Once more the fear and warm breath tickling my neck
It has always followed me, this sudden panic
This feeling to pack everything up and run
Run as far as I can see and further
Past the mountains and seas and worlds
Until the footsteps make no sounds
And the breath rustles not a single blade of grass
at my feet

Is it my own footsteps?
Is it merely the wind?
I don't know anymore.

sometimes in the silent dark
when im curled in the corner
is it just
the sound of my traitorous heart
or
are
there
footsteps
outside the
door?

She faded away
But her footsteps didn't fade
It linger around me
Showing me the way