Why do I stand here All on my own Zombies banging on my door Needing flesh and bone...
Isn't it crazy how one taste ,
just one smell ,
maybe even just one touch ,
can...
An uncertain sense
Of something hidden
You hide in the corner
weary with suspicion...
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The house was silent. The old cuckoo clock my best friend had given our family softly ticked in the corner...
I’ve always known I fixate.
I’ve always been aware that I have to double, triple check things...
She wrote in pencil so she wouldn't mess up. But it was ever good enough...
