Ellen Shaw


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Squatters

The letters on the doormat glowed
blue in the darkness
and were cold under soft soled bare feet
I became a dragon in the hallway
exhaling steam when I had to breathe
Flames flickered atop candles scattered around
dancing light creating dancing demons
too dark to find a safe place to sleep
too dark, too empty, too cold to breathe

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