Thursday, 25 September 2014


As I walk an unknown hand reaches out and pulls me into shadows.
As I shriek a cold hand clamps around my mouth
As I speak in a hoarse whisper he sooths me.
As I shiver he throws a blanket over me.
As I talk he welcomes me with a cup of warm tea.
As I talk about my worries he strokes his scabbed hand over my skin.
As I ask who he was he says,
"Wait and see...."

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