The walls are closing in.
The curtains drop,
I've locked the door.
I'm standing with my back against the wall.
These walls have eyes.
I must not.fall!
In vertigo I stumble,
in confusion i tremble.
I must not fall!
These walls have eyes,
& you are breathing into my ears.
I am swathed in your stale scent.
These walls have eyes,
& they are breathing into my ears.
I am swathed, I must not fall!
The lightbulb is glaring at me
with a peircing glow.
I can't escape it's cone.
In the mirror's sight, glass-eyed!
Still, I can feel your eyes,
peircing into the back of my pencil neck.
Are you even there?

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