I woke up
to the sound
of him screaming,
echoing through
the walls.
Sweat dripped from
every crevice,
nestling into the cracks.
He sat up in a rage,
pacing the room
and turning each page.
I’m going to die!
I’m going to die!
O why, o why!
I woke up to the sound
of him screaming
and by the time it reached midday,
he was already gone.
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