mama, we’re home

we made it

there’s nothing here

yet, but soon

we’ll make ourselves

a life out 

of those shadows,

we will dance 

with them, we’ll join 

them on the

floorboards, and in the 

windows, to peer

out, but never to leave, 

we don’t do 

that anymore 

not now

not when we’ve 

come this 

far to find 

this place. 

mama, hold me, keep 

away the 

shadows closing in, 

gnawing, hissing

can you hear

them? can 

you feel the cold or 

are you

keeping us safe? is 

that why

you look away?

should I, 

or is 

it 

too 

late

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