Rising high above
wispy streaks of candy clouds
to pierce the morning.
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Kari McLeese
teacher, wife, mom, bibliophile
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A creeping in the doorway Lightly on your feet A sneaking in the hallway A rustle in the street. A snapping in the backyard A giggle from a tree A whisper in the still air They've finally come for me. A stirring in the kitchen A chill spreads on the floor A tapping at the window Someone has jammed the door. A creaking in the corner Shadows on the wall, My heart begins to flutter There's yelling in the hall. They're slipping 'neath the doorframe The lights are fading out I feel a hand upon me I try, but fail to shout. Pain is shooting through me A searing down my back Claws upon my every inch Submerse me into black.
By Kari McLeese5 years ago in Poets
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