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My head throbs,
My heart pounds,
A bead of sweat drips down my forehead
I remain still, holding my breath
I listen tentatively,
Listening
Listening for footsteps, and your shallow breaths.
The floor boards creek beneath your weight,
As if they surrenders to you
I begin shaking with fear
You're now in the same room,
Searching
Searching for me
A breeze blows in the window
Drafting your sent to me
Metal, oil, and wood chips.
My hair whips ; surrendering my position.
You come over and grab my hair
Your eyes blaze in mine
A cold endless void,
Possessed by demons ; so full of hatred
A gleam of steel,
The stabs in my ribs,
The pool of blood by my body,
As my soul drifts away
From this horror scene you made reality.
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