Lay on her bed
Face; tear stained
Pulled a blanket over her body,
It had suddenly gotten cold
And dark too.
She curled up inside her blanket,
Black hooded figures hovering above her.
She wanted to fall asleep,
And never wake up again.
Her phone rang,
Grumbling she answered it.
A familiar voice said, “Hello.”
And the voice must have been magic,
The figures disappeared.
The room got brighter, warmer.
And her face lit up!
– Rucha Prabhudessai (Wordcravingssite)
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