All your Senses

The greatest leap,

goes inward.

Finally untying the blindfold,

that has so religiously covering your eyes

It seems like an eternity,

all alone in the basement;

the smell, the sound, the touch,

haunt you again and again,

so familiarly petrifying,

You knew this Beast…

like a pet,



until you drop the blindfold,

and see for yourself,

where all the cobwebs and delapidated wooden beams…

their need for restoration,


on your,


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