January 7, 2009

A loud Crash in the door
Breaking a sheet of diamonds
1haking and trembling
Never ceasing to think

Wishing it was not real
Hoping it was my imagination
Hiding under my quilt
Just like a turtle in its shell

Thinking of my fear
Running down all the steps
A loud bang chasing me
Like an executioners drum-roll

Turning the knob
As the wind blew away my hope

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