i am convinced
that there is someone else
living here too.
hiding;
i can hear her whispers,
her screams,
the rustle of her nightgown,
the creaking of doors,
her breathing.
i know she’s here.
my mother didn’t believe me at first,
but when my brother sleepwalked to the kitchen
and knocked over a vase in his sleep
although he’s never done it
in the eleven years he’s been here,
and I was terrified
because my pictures were falling off the walls
and I didn’t sleep that night
or the night after,
she hugged me
and slept beside me in the afternoon.
(in her room, because my room scares me)
i haven’t seen her yet,
but neither can anyone else.
just shadows,
traces,
wounds,
scars.
but she’s here.
and what scares me the most
is that I don’t know
if she’s
in my house
or in my head.
Literal gold! ❤
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