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By JA McCAFFREY Submitted by jiva55 Date: 2007 Jan 21 Comment on this Work [[2007.01.21.11.02.15629]] |
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Trapped behind the wooden blind. Peering out. Eyes dilated. Squinting. Lurking. Suspecting. Listening. Are they coming? Nothing. No-one is ever there. just the devil in my head telling me to look. As if he were whispering sweet nothings in my ears. "Look! Look! Someone is driving down the street. They are coming for you! Everyone knows!" I sniffle. Did someone hear me? Who? Anyone? No-one is even home. I stare for another three hours out the window. From behind the wooden blind, an addict cries out in pain. From behind the wooden blind, an addict becomes paranoid. |