The Hidden

She sleeps,
shallow breaths,
he creeps,
knife shining in the moonlight,
window creaks,
eyes open,
from which a tear or two leaks,
death whispers in her ear,
a nick here,
a nick there,
the bed, stained with lies.

by Kyle Schaerffer

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Awesome write. The title is really interesting, love it. -Kylie M. Lynch