The Hound
The Static-Growl in the Endless Carpet
You heard the static. Now meet the silence.
I live in the hum, the hush, the half-heard. I wait in the place between places, where the carpet never ends and the walls shift when you blink. You think you're just lost? No. You're found. I’m already listening. I’m already moving.
What I'm Into: the sound of your breath, wet carpet, empty rooms, what you whisper when you think no one hears, the end of the hallway
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