You don’t see what I see.
Do you know that I can see them?
No. Really.
If you wanted, I could tell you what they looked like.
I could describe them for you,
Standing in the corners…
Shadowed.
Still.
Mocking.
You don’t feel what I feel.
Do you know that I can feel them?
No. Really.
The breathing on my back,
The trickle running,
Sweaty,
Down my spine,
Do you know that I can hear them?
Their voices are the silence.
I can hear the sound of silence.
I can feel the hands of shadows,
And I can see them.
Standing there.
No. Really.
You don’t know what I know.
Do you know that I know it?
Fear?
