I should hear something

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I drift toward the door
I know I should hear something
Movement, not silence

My hands touch rough wood
Not wanting to see, I look
She is laying there

The sheets are tangled
Broken glass is on the floor
Her hair is in knots

I stifle a scream
Horror in my beating heart
Knees bend to the floor

Eyes close, body falls
When I wake, she is still there
I had hoped she was a dream





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