along the walls
The ghosts
They come at night
I hear the women walking around beneath my pillow
They murmur softly
The children play shadow puppets along the walls
I close my eyes
Pretend not to notice them
They laugh gently
The men
They are the ones to be feared
The glasses they throw burst against the walls
It is impossible to ignore them
They scream loudly
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