It is still in the darkness. It is black as the forever and the rest are all asleep.
Be still my darling. Lay as one with the night, yet even as you drift your heart beats to the sound of the step.
Beat. Beat. Beat. now comes the sound of the knob.
Beat. Beat. Beat. Now comes the step again. ? Did you feel the bed give? Did you hear the soft breathing? Did you have time to screem before it all ended my darling?
And then they came, rushing to wake you.
thoughts of a whimsical artist
Friday, July 2, 2010
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