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seven one four before (Free verse) by skaskowski
Why are you scared to be alone
at night
at home?
Are you still hearing the voices
in the basement
underneath the pavement?
Why are you scared to go to sleep?
Do you still hear the creaking
sound of steps above your head
bending the boards above your bed?
And then you're standing alone
at the top of the stairs looking
down.
Smoke billows up and the banister buckles.
You fall forward and tumble.
Thinking of that burnt book you found.
Inside: a postcard never sent out.
Do you feel like we've seen this before?
Or maybe I'm dreaming for 714.
Maybe I'm dreaming for 714.
Maybe I'm dreaming for 714.
Why are you scared to be alone
at night, at home?
Are you still hearing the voices
in the basement?
Whispering below your bed,
heating the floorboards with their breath.
The last scene
at 7 14.
7 1 4
before you were burned,
I'm stuck in that dream again.
You're a voice in the night.
7 14 what did you see
1993?
And if you could speak now,
what would you say?
That something's not right?
Something's not right.
Why are you scared to be alone
at night when you're at home?
Are you still hearing
the voices in the basement?
Underneath the pavement?
Underneath the pavement?
7 1 4
before you were burned
you were burned
before.
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