Their laughter was like the stridulation of the ghosts of grasshoppers.
Here, at the edges,Whispering to you,And we__e not alone; not aloneHere, in the dark.We are behind the door, in the corners,In the room where you__e just extinguished the light.We flicker in the shadow you cast on the wall.We are the prickle on the back of your neck.Curled, in words unspoken,We are the shiver on your uneasy flesh,The creep of the unknown on your skin.Can you feel us?Here, at the edges.From the Foreword of Cautionary Tales - by Emmanuelle de Maupassant
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Here, at the edges,Whispering to you,And we__e not alone; not aloneHere, in the dark.We are behind the door, in the corners,In the room where you__e just extinguished the light.We flicker in the shadow you cast on the wall.We are the prickle on the back of your neck.Curled, in words unspoken,We are the shiver on your uneasy flesh,The creep of the unknown on your skin.Can you feel us?Here, at the edges.From the Foreword of Cautionary Tales - by Emmanuelle de Maupassant
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