There is something
Crawling
Beneath my skin
Trying to surface
To breathe and live.
There is someone
Stalking
Me in the shadows
Ready to lunge
At the right moment.
There is somebody
Plotting
To take my soul
With a voodoo’s hold.
There are whispers
In the air at night
Hands emerge from walls
Faces crawl.
Mirrors trap
My reflections
Then grab.
These hauntings
Are they real
Orjust illusions
Of a tired mind?

-Iflah Laraib

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