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You like me better scared?

On my knees begging for help?

I’ve already wasted so

much time stuck in that place.

Slowly and then all at once

the monsters lurking

receded.

The cement blocks suffocating

like Giles, 1693 Salem,

were lifted and

the whispers, taunting

have been expelled.

Finally, I can breathe.

Now you want me to go back?

I’ve never liked it on my knees

and I’m not shrinking for anyone.