Voices

You hear them
quietly
never mind the
barbs,
they raise their
voice.

Appearing
in the corner
your eyes catch
shadowy
figures
enormous size.

Remembering
spiders creeping
bookshelves
standing still
voices
freeze the air.

Stuck in the
moment
unable to move
quietly
away from the
nightmare.

Poetry

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