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Jan 2016
It’s late at night and under the bed I hide
I can hear the door opening
He’s coming
I cover my mouth, no time for sound
I can’t let him hear me
For if he finds me I’m doomed
For now I hide in the shroud of shadow
Heart filled with doom
He draws closer
It’s as if he’s breathing down my neck
My heart is beating fast
Sweat collecting on my forehead
His footsteps stop just in front of my bed
He’s coming
He reached down under the bed to feel for me
He’s coming closer
He grabbed me and ripped me from my cover
He’s here
He looked deep into my eyes and began to steal my soul
He now has his prize and moves towards the window
He opens it wide and spreads his wings, ready to fly
Off he goes into the night with me by his side
I am his now
I no longer suffer or cry
For now I am a child of the night
Kyle Janisch
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Kyle Janisch  27/M
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