Alone iv/v


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fluff balls and dust, lay in stillness
the air filled with a sickness
as the silence echoes a loudness

every little creek that startles
triggers the senses it tumbles
through a mind of troubles

alone in a house possessed
by screams, tortured and left
stuffed and obsessed

when fear birthed fatal
in care, to hide if able
from the hands that rocks the cradle

Ax