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Apr 2017
2:02 am displayed on the phone
ceased rain storm
three consecutive days
dripping in the downspout
like a metronome tick
in sync with drops
on the window pain
half of the window foggy
half of her daughters name
crackling of the base board heater causing it to dissipate

initiated by the
temperature decrease
animated shadows
on the Wall
Street light trees
rocking back and forth

R.E.M. sedatives engaged thunderous bangs previous nights held her awake
what a relief
Sudden crash of glass
A perimeter breach

Murderer?  Kid Napping? Thief?

Let's see
Wet sneaks squeak as the creeper sneaks
A perp with purpose
This Was no thief
Lurks toward stairs
from the living room
Old house stairs creak

Daughters guess it's mom
Who can't sleep
Good night morning mom
She screams
The murderer hastily
Moves down the hall briefly
Stops at the daughters door
To Then Proceed
up the hall

A murderous night
In hand the murderers
knife
A murderers stands right
Over her owning her life
The room flashing bright
Flashes again and again
Phone reads 6:37 am
Sun shinning in
I am never taking sleeping
Pills again
Jamaal J Ferguson
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Jamaal J Ferguson  38/M/America
(38/M/America)   
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