When I sit, quiet and still
I feel my room shift.
I can hear it breathe.
Is it just me, or was that you?
People stomp on the sidewalk downstairs
and I feel my bed shake.
Is that you outside?
There's a clay skull hanging on my wall.
Gazing at me, stark white, almost one
with the white walls of the room.
Are you hiding behind it?
Sometimes I hear creaking just outside my bedroom.
A heaviness pressing on the wood panels of the floor.
There's no one there when I open the door.
Was that you?
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