NIGHT: Prelude_

One Night
I heard a knock on the window
A light breeze brushed in on
my face
And my hair bristled with fright
There was someone standin’ there
A figure lookin’ straight @ me
I stared back until I could make out what it was
It was me; maggots crawlin’ on my face
My voice out of the silence spoke
“It is time.”

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