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Back Door
slowly
opening your backdoor
thoughts squeezing from the dark recesses of ones mind,
back into a tunnel like moon shadows
feelings edged deep with
the smell of fear,
like teeth locked to the back of your neck.
heart racing
pupils dilating,
shallowed breath
all poised and ready to possess.
pregnant with the strangling heated breath of
a shadow
always behind you,
following your every move
so captured not even your primal cries
can escape.
t hrusted
forward into dripping moonbeams,
your cries disappear into a void
as though taken
taken by the shadow.......
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