The wind runs fingernails up,Down the spine, shredding them like
Tissue. What courage there was
Dissolves into the pitch, to
Be seen no more. Another
Night spent hiding! Another
Night screaming fear into the
Pillow - damn fool storms. Alone!
Except for terror to keep
Me company ................... and the wind.
(c) 2007, Karla Dorman
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