i heard the cracks in the ceiling

like whispers behind the mirror

in the language the ghosts spoke

i heard it a whole lot clearer

than hearing my mother

tell me "no, daughter

go back to bed,

set down the phone,

read a book, and

clear your head"

i wasn't too sure if

my mother had even heard me right

had she even heard me cry

of the roommate I've had

each and every night?

i joke and say it's father

i tell my friends it's

not a bother but

I'm scared of my

roommate, and I'm beginning to think

my room is my tomb, mate

so i walked down the creaky stairs

the ones I've learned to walk on like I was air

just so they didn't collapse underneath me

I headed to the master bedroom

it always smelled like w33d

but anyway, anyhow

I wake my mother, tell her "now

my roommate's back again"

and what did she tell me?

i had heard it not as clear

as the whisper in my ear

of the creaks in my floorboard

and the lock of the door

but I had heard my mother

tell me,

"no, daughter, return to bed

set down the phone, pick

up a book, and clear your head"

yet i could not just

clear my head

i could not just

return to bed

my roommate had chosen

the vacant mattress across my room

the black-out curtains, which

had really always been purple

so why were they black out?

and then i saw my roommate

seven feet of height and

too many limbs

just barely glinting against the

purple curtains

my roommate

mother, why had she not believed me

she had not believed me

now my roommate has got

IK ITS SO LONG BUT EVERY TIME I LISTEN TO JANE IT JUST MAKES ME WANT TO ADD MORE TO IT

mb if it sounds more like a poem

i refuse to use chat gpt to give me ideas

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