Friday, June 26, 2009

the night

A glass slips through fingertips.
In a sea of orange. Rocking. Rocking.
Alone and.
Someone at the door.
Its locked. Its locked. Its locked.
Is it?
Too dark to tell.
Peek through the window?
NO. They'll see you...
It shatters.
The?
It shudders.

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