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safe

i remember at 8 I had a friend who used to tell me scary stories under batman sheets
with flashlights and small hands
and i felt safe
closing my eyes and trying my best to stay still
she’d laugh and ask if i was really scared
saying her parents told her none of it is true,
i’d smile at the delight in her eyes
as she said ghosts only talked in languages we can’t understand
so i made up some words and hoped she would hear
and we laughed until we fell asleep on top of stuffed animals she named after shapes of clouds
and she liked to distract me, knowing my monsters would still be home for christmas
and i looked at her with the utmost love as i realized she was the only one who knew to listen

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