Crouched

Concealed, as many times before

Embracing knees that won't hug back

Gaze upward

They loom

Dark, shapeless

Threatening

Unmovingly caress the neck

Hairs stand on end

Exhiliration

Haggard breathing, much too loud

Fear the Nothing

Stalked by the light

Take solace in this resting place and hide

Cornered by sheer solitude

Camaraderie of shoes

Please suffocate

Not close enough for safety

If only to be crushed by lack of space

Crouched

As many times before

Fear the Nothing