The squeak on twilights,
As in someone gawking from the doors,
With the street dogs seizing opportunities as if some mystery to conspiracy,
Is it a mind game of illusions?
Or a devil haunting for my soul,
What is it that brings sweats glands to trickle and heartbeats so profound like banging on heart walls door,
I feel bewildered, can't feel like frost glided on my bodies and can't turn around,
And my vocal cords stuck like those olden records, attempted trials exhaust the senses,
Are you real or a nightmare
taking over my plight of a
spooked on heat gushes.

Booooooooooooooooooooooohhhhh
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© Soni Mirchandani