Date of writing: August 26 2020

I put the key to my closet door underneath the carpet
And hide inside

I sit in silence.
It feels like hours,
stretching into days,
into months,
into years.
I try to claw this skin off
but there is no room to move

Someone peers inside
Someone smiles at me
She reaches out
and this deadly skin withers just a bit

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