Sunday, November 17, 2013

Fire


She is not awake but asleep.
The door is no longer locked
He is just behind that door sleeping in the bed that was once mine. Can't stop me now I'm already moving, I'm already gone.


FIRE
The door is locked and shut tight
Now she is awake
The lady down the hall has come to end the night of fun. She stopped the fire that lay in the bed from eating all the room. The night has ended and I'm alone... till she sleeps again.

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