-=-*¨¨*-=-*¨¨*-=-*¨¨*-=-*¨¨*-=- Chair in the corner Turned by itself One lonely footprint On the second shelf My name in the fog On the inside glass Clock stuck at midnight But the minutes pass -=-*¨¨*-=-*¨¨*-=-*¨¨*-=-*¨¨*-=- Teeth in the wallpaper Eyes in the grain Something in the drywall Chewing my name If I stay silent It still crawls closer Teeth in the wallpaper I can't step over -=-*¨¨*-=-*¨¨*-=-*¨¨*-=-*¨¨*-=- Phone starts ringing Screen stays black Keys on the table Slide three inches back Portrait on the hallway Looks the wrong way Did you move? Or did I… today Floorboard breathing Out of time Light switch clicks But won’t decide Walls remember What I forget Every corner Is closer yet -=-*¨¨*-=-*¨¨*-=-*¨¨*-=-*¨¨*-=- Teeth in the wallpaper Eyes in the grain Something in the drywall Chewing my name If I stay silent It still crawls closer Teeth in the wallpaper I can’t step over -=-*¨¨*-=-*¨¨*-=-*¨¨*-=-*¨¨*-=- Cup in the sink Still warm inside Footsteps echo But they won’t divide Doorframe tilting Like it’s tired of me House feels crowded But it’s just… me Ceiling listening Holding its breath Every thought Feels borrowed at best I don’t scream I don’t pray I just stand And let it stay -=-*¨¨*-=-*¨¨*-=-*¨¨*-=-*¨¨*-=- Count the cracks Don’t look down Something’s learned The shape of sound Say my name Say it wrong It’s been waiting All along -=-*¨¨*-=-*¨¨*-=-*¨¨*-=-*¨¨*-=- Teeth in the wallpaper Closer each time Eyes in the grain Know which ones are mine If I don’t move It learns me faster Teeth in the wallpaper I’m part of the plaster -=-*¨¨*-=-*¨¨*-=-*¨¨*-=-*¨¨*-=- Chair still turning Soft and slow I stop checking Now it knows Clock still broken Midnight forever Teeth in the wallpaper I peel… never -=-*¨¨*-=-*¨¨*-=-*¨¨*-=-*¨¨*-=- Turns out it’s stress and caffeine math, Three hours sleep and a bubble bath. Too many tabs, not enough food, Brain on strike, in a rotten mood. Mold in the walls? Nah, just my mind, Rent’s too high and I’m losing time. Teeth in the wallpaper, mystery solved, It’s anxiety chewing what haven’t resolved. The chair didn’t move, I just stood up weird, The footprint’s mine from socks I feared. Clock stuck midnight? That’s my phone, Set to “doom” and left alone. So if the house breathes, laughs, or stares, It’s not a demon—it’s unpaid affairs. I name the fear, it sulks, embarrassed, Crawls back in the wall, slightly harassed. -=-*¨¨*-=-*¨¨*-=-*¨¨*-=-*¨¨*-=- I flick the light, the teeth withdraw, Turns out the monster’s just me… after all. -=-*¨¨*-=-*¨¨*-=-*¨¨*-=-*¨¨*-=-
