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He comes shrouded in shadow,
inappropriately maneuvering,
tailing too close.
So you trip and tumble.
His voice, inaudibly low,
brings a rush of cold.
Neck creaking to the side,
ears straining, pounding.
Cowering at his words.
He wraps his claws around
your mind, violently screaming.
The blood splattered
on the mirror.
An imagined reality.
He takes hold
and paralyzes you.
Convulsing for freedom.
Fading away to nothing.
© Jo Resner 2/17/16
Featured Writer from âCreative Talents Unleashed Writers Groupâ
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Photo Credit: © Donna Sanders
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