I don't feel horror
I don't feel horror
Somebody is always in my room.
Other than me,
Nobody felt the presence of that one.
That one is always behind me
After the door had been closed.
For the first few weeks
The feeling of someone's presence
lay eggs of horror in me.
But now
Even the ruptured egg
Even the dead bat
didn't make horror about my life inside the room.
I might know that someone before
That someone might be one of the close ones who lost in war
That someone might be one of the hated ones who I loved before.
Whoever that someone
I always allow them to stay
Whenever they want.
Because I don't feel the horror.