Psychosis
But the tv is off.
But the window is closed.
But I’m alone.
A stranger’s voice,
But strangers don’t scare me.
I turn on the tv.
Just in case I die.
I like watching tv.
I could die any time.
Someone in that commercial could kill me.
I bet he wants to.
I change the channel.
Stranger, stranger, and stranger.
The light becomes stranger.
Not deadly.
Just churning and twisting.
A weird voice.
Waiting outside my door.
Like the pizza delivery person.
My door step, step, step.
Sometimes I’m dying.
He delivers the pizza to my door.
Sometimes I’m dying.
Other times, I’m hungry.
Never get the door.
Turn on the tv.
Let the lights be strange and sickly.
Turn the tv off.
Again and again.
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