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February 16, 2017
By Lnewms GOLD, Nashotah, Wisconsin
Lnewms GOLD, Nashotah, Wisconsin
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I’m snuggling, sinking into clouds, 
tucked tight into a cocoon of silk.
Sleep fills my nostrils and slows my heart.
I hear a creak, handle turn...not yet!
My captor unbolts, cries catch my throat...
I’m presumed dead. screams break through. 


The author's comments:

This is written in a poetic form called sijo


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