the stairs creak wildly under foot
of even the tiniest beast
and the sounds seem louder
in the dark of night than it does under sunlight
because our ears grow stronger
when our eyes can't manage in the depth
of lack of light on nights when the moon
doesn't reflect even a shiver of light
but the treble still rumbles
through the dumbs nestled inside our heads
so we can hear the heart beat in our own chest
as the little beasts climb the creaking stairs
and the rhythm of their chaotic scuffles
down the corridor towards our locked door.
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