The Horror

is your next door neighbour.
A cliché of ordinary. “Nice”.
Inoffensive. Doesn’t pry,
but says “Hello”, “Goodbye”.

Horror is behind their eye,
behind closed doors,
smiles and shakes your hand,
gossips of work and kids.

One day the horror stands
above you. Your other
neighbours are warm on top
of you. They could be dead.

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