Bored of what I was doing, I went on a walk.
I passed a place lonely even in the day.
I kept walking, though, thinking that I wasn’t scared.
But in my mind, I was remembering
a nameless, faceless fear.
She has a face, though, and probably a name.
She haunts dreams that seemed so real, and for all I knew they were.
I was brought back to a smaller version of myself,
(dreaming that I was?) at the top of the stairs,
hiding, terrified, from my
nightmare,
real,
false,
ghostly,
androgynous-yet-female,
nameless, faceless, fear.