i still remember that weary night
the day I carried nightmares
the day I pleaded with tears
the crooked house adjacent to the street
the flashing headlights
I screamed and shouted over my shoulders
but no one seemed to notice
that a small girl lay
weeping at the doorstep
that day,
that day, that midnight
I
I fed
I fed nightmares.
thank you for reading!
-rita
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