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Missing People
I still remember
Cold faces in my bedroom
Smiling women in the dark
Slicked hair, teeth sharp
I still remember
The man whose legs
Popped out from under my bed
And I screamed
Broad daylight was frightening
Heart speeding, head beating
The men who moved closer towards me
All I could do was freeze
I’d stare back
With sucked breath, shaking knees
Day afte...
Monday 23rd June 2025 8:29 pm

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