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homebody demise

I imagine there is some dreadful scene
displayed behind the door of the silent
apartment, the one that used to resound
with screams, and now has suddenly
gone silent

I used to tiptoe past the door, embarrassed
for its contents, not wanting to, by my noise,
include myself or trespass on misfortune.
stepping silently across their welcome mat,
I’d enter my apartment

and now I tiptoe past their door as though
the screams continued. I grit my teeth and
creep like an accomplice. I do not picture
that they’re dead, but gathered at the peephole
laughing silently and watching


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