sittingin a dark roomwith a white lightthat’s blindingbright as the northstar but don’t letthe star fool youmy own lightstutters light and darkas mannequins standaround me not movingbut when Iblinkthey moveand when I tryto lookthey laughcloseclosernow you’re too closetoo close to mebut oh wellmaybe they’re friendlyOr maybe I’mtoo afraidthe lightthat’s shining but slowly giving upstill staring at the light in darknessmannequins are still herestanding andlaughingeverytime I blink my eyessomething’s not right i feel it getting darkerevery time I shut my eyesthen I open themthelight it’s moving awaybut,then I seethe mannequin standingthrough my lightsmilingand laughing withtears in It’s eyesthen all goes dark.everyone is wearinga mask except foryou