Something eerie about it,
The four walls seem to be
caving in a dreadful aura.
She can hear the clocks tick-tock,
or even a pin drop.
She doesn't know why,
every time there,
As if someone's watching over.
That thing she feels
makes her go weak in her knees
She dreads going in,
because the flashbacks keep surfacing.
She is scared,
but even longs for it,
Like on an invisible surface
waiting for an opening.
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