I’m in your walls
- thebearsbulletin
- Feb 5
- 1 min read
Shaylynn Hewitt
Psst
Can you hear it?
That screeching,
Scratching,
Sound.
Do you hear it?
It’s there when I eat.
When I sleep.
In my basement.
In my attic.
It follows me,
Around,
My house.
I can't see it
But I know it's there.
Can you hear it?
It's in my walls.
It scratches.
It calls.
It begs to be set free.
Can you hear it?
It's me.
I am in your walls.
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