Terror

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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