The thoughts
Can you feel them creep around the corner?
Can you feel their breath on your neck,
their vile whispers?
Full of empty promises
Spells and incantations that
If only you whisper back
Will trap you forever?

The thoughts
Their caricatured claws scratch
bloody tears in any wall you build
You see them peek in
Until the bloody tears are a bloody hole
and you look around
and the walls are gone
and the thoughts creep on your shoulder

and you whisper back;

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