I used to be terrified
to bring a barrel full of trash
out to the barn
at night
to the row of barrels
along a corrider leading
further into darkness
black scuttling feet
dust from hay
faint damp rich rotting smell
low growling hum
I had to run
back to the light

then for no reason
one night
I stood there
belonging to the crowded
knowing I was

now I’m fine with darkness
but am terrified of the light
inside me
trying to get out

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