The Hidden Threat

I sleep
in a dimly lit room
with crumbling walls,
painted with supermen and
fossilized layers of dust.

I lie
in books half-read and
models half-finished and
black books completely
empty.

I hide
in an unlit closet
with a treasure chest of steel behind
a pile of
games.

Critique

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