Unheard is Unfallen

In five minutes, I've forgotten what she looks and smells like. Only my heart still pounds and adrenaline courses through my veins.

I don’t even

But it is a little odd Long ragged breath Stale icy air Soft whispers Quiet footsteps From all around In absolute blackness Failing heart Hand fumbling Groping for the switch Heightened terror, yet relief Feel of the plastic Flick of the switch Now flooding light Driving out darkness All save one The room empty Just thoughts Yet …

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