There was a shadow at her back
watching her always
Her mind strayed
as fragile as spidery glass
skittish like a deer
Her sleep was plagued
by every dead face she had seen
But the swollen, crimson face
of the prostitute
haunted her dreams the most
Screaming
reaching out for the stupid little nightingale
and each time the small bird could do nothing
but watch
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Short StoryKalopsia (n.) the delusion of things appearing more beautiful than they really are. ® All Rights Reserved to ARM179 2016 - 2017
