I am a crumb of silence, floating in the air…

There is someone in my room,
Sitting and staring.
Maybe it’s just the air,
Maybe it’s just the waves of my fear.

What’s the difference?

Either way:
There’s someone in my room,
Sitting and staring. 

I can smell how the darkness
Is throwing its arrows across of my bed.
The darkness is my new ‘matching’ friend.

PS. KENOPHOBIA – fear of empty spaces – Fear The Fear Writing Challenge

dark room

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Victoria Ray NB View All →

Living in Sweden. Awesome. Happy. Writing. Ayurvedic food. Healthy lifestyle. Dogs. Literature. Drawing. Meditation/Yoga.

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