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Fear Of Night, Fear Of The Man
silent and sill until the creak of the door as it opens slowly.
the light from the hallways spills in to the room.
it might as-well have being the sun it burns enough.
a shaky breathe being drawn in and the door closes with a light click
heavy slow footsteps edging close to the forbidden.
in the cold darkness, in the moment she moves her face to see
what is reaching for her in the night.
a muffled scream and tears staining cheeks.
the scene of innocence taking from the soul.
she feels like she is drowning but she can breathe
the weight on her like a anchor ...