almost got caught last night
could have been a bump in the night
could have been a monster ready to consume me
every little sound in the house
perpetuates the horrid fact she still roams these halls
tantamount becomes my awareness
and i'm scared she's grown equally aware of mine
not my fault i'm sitting in my window
could have been a bump in the night
eternal life sleeps tonight, my body doesn't achieve real flight
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this fantastical world is too surreal (poetry #5)
Poetry"a rustle crackles underneath jackboots crossbow tight in hand she breathes one final breath before he pulls the trigger" you know the drill
