If I was afraid of elevators—I am
because, sometimes I have a feeling
they’ll take me someplace
other than where I told them to
and the doors will open up
into utter darkness——there’ll be
a sound there, something scraping
like bones rumbling—and it’ll
quiet down, when it sees me
standing there—hitting _DOOR CLOSE_
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firmly and silently; I’ll look into the dark
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