Fluttering sounds echo in nights solitude,
fear climbing each individual vertebrae,
elevating hairs to stand on end.
Beaks pecking ominously upon window pains,
preying upon emotions venerability.
Heartbeats multiplying;
sound from the grandfather clock beat loudly
in the whispers of night.
Terrifyingly surrounded,
a mind tornado-ed by emotions;
her throat narrowing prohibiting screams,
hands of time intensify, gloating.


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