I awoke with a fright in the middle of the night. The light was gone; the light I saw with my eye that was missing it’s sight.

I lay back down and eventually heard the creak. The creak was gone; the creak in the night that made me weak.

I covered my ears and closed my eyes when I felt the knife. The knife was gone; the knife that took my life.

I saw the police, I heard the police, I felt the police. The police that talked to Edgar; Edgar, the man who murdered me.


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