A Fear
White-washed windows and tightly locked doors
A fear; the man in the window
With long dead hands out stretched to her
A fear; creeping up her spine
Tongue licking, searching, up terrified thighs
A fear; the creaking outside
What's that noise? Too dark to see
A fear; some one unknown
Tapping on the window, bleeding eyes
A fear; a silent scream
Shattering glass on broken floors
A fear; the door won't shut
Surrounded by bullet holes with no escape
A fear; stuck here forever
Runaway in empty rooms
A fear; no place to hide
Breaking bones and bloody lips
A fear; she never dies
by
FadingAwayposted on 08/01/2008
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