Who's There?
Glancing sideways out the door,
from the corner of my eye, I can't make out
if someone's there.
"Who's there," I ask, but there is no response.
What is this feeling? Is it one I can trust
or is it deceiving me, just like all the times before?
There is no way to know, if what I see is truly after me.
Or if it's just a figment of my imagination:
some form of self-intimidation.
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