fly

fly in the web

I back away

from him

 

 

 

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moon

 

the moon fades

into my nightmare…

damp pillow

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

news

 

news of her death

the fear

of hearing it

 

 

 

 

 

 

heat

heat lightning

now I know

you won’t

 

 

 

 

hard

 

hard frost

the chill of his grip

 on my wrist

 

 

 

first

first day at school

a row of faces shine

in new shoes

 

 

 

 

 

 

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ticking

ticking clock

the sound of each second

I haven’t slept ©