intruder

Odd
An odd feeling in the pit
of my stomach.

Chill
down
my
spine

Sweat
in areas
I wasn’t even aware
could sweat.

Rigid

Something in the air

Not quite right. 

4.04am

Gust of w i n d

Hide.

Panic.

Overheating. & shortness of breath.
Can’t. Breathe.

Odd.
Odd, eerie silence.

Convince.
Convince yourself it’s okay.

Heart. Beat. Ing. S l o w i n g.

Someone. Here.
Not supposed to
be here.

 

I know you’re in here.

eyes widen, stomach drop;
the beat of heart, clam of hands,
ache through head.

Steady breathing.
Do not move an inch.
No. Way. Out.

 

Shards of mirror
all upon the floor;
Seven years of bad luck?

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Categories: Rackers

rackers

24 year old writer, just trying to find her way through the world through words and funny anecdotes.

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