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Primal head
It's chaos like yours
dragging animals
out inside of us
who have tired eyes
unable to peacefully
sleep in darkness
waking up to the
sound of pindrops,
watching shadows
crawling over walls
wondering if little
nightmares playing
endlessly on loops
will ever be over
the creak of a
door, the sound
of a pattering
foot, the claws
tucked away
into pillows
ready to
strike up
like hot
matches.
Published 24th Jan 2025
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