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Night Trembler

By sweetbrother

Topics: Poetry Source: AllPoetry Original source

She wakes in still, wee hours in an ancient house that groans in restless sleep Just outside her window she hears the low sound of a breeze wrestling with the boughs of trees and nuzzling the surface of her windowpanes In nights past these summer zephyrs were cool comforts were innocent movements of the air But a change has come, and to her, this breeze has eyes and ears and is seeking her This breeze might have come to her to avenge crimes remotely imagined, and unconnected with her life. She's lived a life of only love and compassion but still, she's learned that through the senseless logic of random hate that even she can be a target Her heart beats a desperate, frantic rhythm as her mind searches for a path her feet might use to flee but that night breeze has a thousand eyes and a million legs to pursue her The only course her terror has is to mutely await her fate and if she survives this malignant wind her shaken soul will be left to ponder who will avenge her murdered innocence Written October 11th, 2001 © on Oct 29 2001 06:26 AM PST   0 • 10

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