The Hallway

A Client Perspective

Sep 3

1 min read

My insides feel like haunted walls

with doors

I cannot touch.

They open

and close

on their own,

each one casting

a different memory

into any sense

it can find.

I stay hidden

behind the walls,

watching him

trapped in the hallway

as the doors open

around him.

And for a moment,

what is gone

is everywhere,

and what is here

is nowhere.

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