Smiling, she said “Get up in your bed!”
I got there with shock, seeing a great lock,
In her hand.
I asked what it was,
She said nothing, of course,
I ran for my life and death.
See, now I’m upstairs,
I see her long hairs,
Right on her leg.
I think it all through,
The wind suddenly blew,
I didn’t know what that meant.
I heard a loud scream,
No, not in my dream,
A wishing, a washing, a flishing and flashing….
And suddenly, I was dead.
By Lara Becker
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