Floorboards creaking
Wind howling
Faucet dripping
The things I here late at night
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Is that someone stepping in my home
Is that something scratching on the wall
Whose getting a glass of water
The things I imagine late at night
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What's that shadow dancing
What's sitting in my chair
Is there something stirring in my closet
The thoughts I have late at night
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Is a person looking through my window
Who is in my chair
I think I see the closet door opening
The things I see late at night
Where's my phone? Where's my light?
Oh it's just the tree branches scratching the house
Oh it's just my clothes sitting in that chair
But wait, why is my closet still rattling?
I hear a soft meow and I relax
But wait I don't own a cat
This was an experiment in horror poetry. I may do more I don't know. I hope you enjoyed reading and if you did then please leave a like, subscribe, and feel free to leave a tip. Till next time.
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Josephine Mason
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