Do You Fear What I Fear?

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Lurking in shadow
Claws, sharper than a chef’s prized cleaver
Eyes deeper than any grave it’s caused
Blacker than night
Silently stalking by the window
Scrapping at the glass
It’s here
Nothing but the sheets to spare
Talons pierce thrice and deep
Slowly down my tummy
Tearing the flesh
In the morning nothing there
Just the blood saturated sheets
And the strange tri-scar.





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