The Dead Game by Susanne Leist
Saturday, February 27, 2016
IN THE NIGHT
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It comes in the night.
It comes to all.
To all who sleep.
To all who lay awake.
It comes on soft wings.
It comes in silence.
I lay and wait.
In trepidation.
In fear.
For it.
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