Last night I heard a fluttering, like a whisper in my ear.
The wings of demons or angels I fear.
A breath so close you couldn’t tell how far.
“I wasn’t afraid,” but you know you still are.
With a soft caress a chill to the spine.
I was told a secret, but …”the secret was mine.”
Covered in sweat, though the room was cold.
I kept my sanity but my wits were stole.
Forever till sunrise, a dangling wish.
Danced in my mind like a hook to a fish.
But only for a moment I sat wondering.
What was given or what did it take.
So many horrors…”Yes, I’m AWAKE!”
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Submission Name: A Crow on my Sill
