The Thing Outside
three knocks on the crimson door,
kill your malice,
sweep the floor.
lock the keyhole, peek outside,
remove the
curtains of your mind.
it will persist, the thing outside
one step forward (or
back with pride).
smell the stench beneath your sight
left eye twitches
through the night.
let it in, take a look
a poltergeist disguised in blue,
it will persist this thing inside,
lock the door,
you lose this fight.
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