he's in the house
i heard footsteps earlier, creaking the patio floorboards outside my bedroom window
he's in the house
the weather is blue and bright
the time is 11am
and i've been scourging my soul for three hours
for not stepping out of bed
in this world
there are no small things
the phone rang around 9
and the pump in my ribcage sang double time in a strange, disonant chord
i lie in bed
my lip tingles from being chewed
the tingling makes me chew more
a cycle with no end in sight
he's under my bed
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