Dark Room

My cousin and I, we’d play a game.
When we were little kids, when we would
Get drunk enough on superheroes
That we imagined ourselves
So, we would take turns- locking ourselves
In a dark room while the other one
Stood waiting outside; that’s it, just sit
Cocooned in sightless silence,
We learned not to scream or cry or run
As shadows seemed to crawl and slither
Darkness taking on different voices
As fear dances with morbid
We pretended it did not faze us
As if it did not paralyze us
Pretended we chose it, controlled it
Even as we’d hear our hands
And when we couldn’t bear any more
We’d try and reach out, hands first; to search
For the switch, finger’s flick, for some light
And instead find only bare, lined walls
On its surface, feel imprints
Of claws

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