So,
It turns out,
Playing dead does not work.
It does not fool them.
Not the real predators.
Not the monsters in the closet, you were afraid of as a child.
Playing dead,
Is no defence.
When you are face to face,
Nose to nose,
Breathing the same oxygen as,
The seductive,
Pull,
Tug,
Of the realms below.
Tartarus.
Of those who dwell there.
They whisper to you and call you.
Even now.
Their wispy, goulish fingers beckoning.
Only to realise,
Playing dead did not fool,
Anyone,
At all.
You are simply dead.
You were dead all along.
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