The eerie howling I hear
is nothing but the wind.
Or so I tell myself.
The voices from the
heating vent
are nothing but a radio
in a neighbor’s apartment.
That’s the comfort I give myself.
The bumps in the night
are nothing but the creakings
of an old house settling.
I’m sure that’s all it is.
The cat’s low hissing must
mean a mouse is visiting.
What else could it be?
But wait—
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I will come back to this because today has beaten me to a pulp. At least I'm tenacious!
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