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July 20, 2014
A moment touched,
too hot to handle.
When the only light,
a fading candle.
The room so cold
icicles hung inside
the window, revealing
condensation’s pride.
Then the nightly horror
when darkness fell;
the creaking floor boards,
the haunting yell.
The closet door latch,
depressed, on it’s own.
The thunderous heartbeat,
of being left all alone.
The collapse of soot from
the chimney breast,
caused by a mummified fledgling,
blown from it’s place of rest.
The retreat under the blanket
to await his fate.
The long journey
to hell, to anticipate.
But hell never reached
for sleep surely came,
as each night before,
and ones that followed, the same.
Until he eventually moved out
when the house was condemned.
And gone forever, the nightmares,
he thought, would never end.
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