The Third Of December
An air of hysteria.
I hear a crash.
I curl up in bed,
ever the frightened
as I go downstairs the
A phone call, and lights flash in the
Illuminating the goldfish bowl.
Holding her off.
It’s over now.
It’s over now.
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