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To the lady who knocked on my door Looking for your cats You scared me With you rat nest hair And slight but evil like stare I didn’t do anything to them I tell you I haven’t seen them around But you won’t take my word You accuse me saying I drowned them And buried them in the ground A tear drops from your blood shot eye I don’t know if it’s from sadness Or from the bottom of a bottle of demise I make sure to stay six feet away I talk to you from the crack in my door Now I know where I’ve seen you before This woman who knocked on my door It was a dream A horrid dream A nightmare it seems You were standing as you are now But there was something written above your brow Branded to your forehead Were the letters FHP And you were holding a bottle of whiskey When you talked spittle shot from your mouth I ducked and dodged about But your virus finally caught hold me I could feel it growing This disease When I awoke My hands were around my throat Thinking I couldn’t breathe But then I realized it was just a dream And now you The woman who knocked on my door I’m not so sure it was just a dream anymore Are you sure you’re just here for your cats Not my soul Eating at my insides like rats Go away please Leave me in peace So I can sit here in my isolated misery Waiting to sleep To dream
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May 18, 2020
May 18, 2020 at 8:26 PM UTC
Woman At My Door
To the lady who knocked on my door Looking for your cats You scared me With you rat nest hair And slight but evil like stare I didn’t do anything to them I tell you I haven’t seen them around But you won’t take my word You accuse me saying I drowned them And buried them in the ground A tear drops from your blood shot eye I don’t know if it’s from sadness Or from the bottom of a bottle of demise I make sure to stay six feet away I talk to you from the crack in my door Now I know where I’ve seen you before This woman who knocked on my door It was a dream A horrid dream A nightmare it seems You were standing as you are now But there was something written above your brow Branded to your forehead Were the letters FHP And you were holding a bottle of whiskey When you talked spittle shot from your mouth I ducked and dodged about But your virus finally caught hold me I could feel it growing This disease When I awoke My hands were around my throat Thinking I couldn’t breathe But then I realized it was just a dream And now you The woman who knocked on my door I’m not so sure it was just a dream anymore Are you sure you’re just here for your cats Not my soul Eating at my insides like rats Go away please Leave me in peace So I can sit here in my isolated misery Waiting to sleep To dream
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JackBronson
40/M/California
May 18, 2020
May 18, 2020 at 8:26 PM UTC
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