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The Bathroom


Leaping past…….closet door……. attic door… 

Breathy whispers slip through, 
cracked paneled exhales, 
                                   inaudible whispers come.
…..hovering…………….

Smiling teeth- nash- down
Stretching hallway styles,

black gaps, fingers tap

to the depths of 
cellar door 
and abyss. 

Linoleum… Cut\Sash/ Slash>>>to the feet in a skitter!

The 7 1/2 watt bulb, 
making the 
                     frightening 
                         unseen,
More visible 
to the child’s 
          naked 
            eye.

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