They came for my night whispering; they came for my dreams unspent; they came in the knowledge that the night’s shadows creep in the mind’s cold corners; they came for my soul; for my wanting; they came for the static arm of the clock that had not worked since sand had invaded its mechanism during the last storm.
They hid their faces and their feet made no sound on the un-swept floor of the room that I once shared with the ghost of my long-dead lover.
They came for the boy and they removed him from my protection.
I felt as if my eyes would burst from my face; I gagged and straining to see who.
I roared until my lungs emptied and on drawing breath they sent me to sleep with anaesthetic oil.
They hid their faces and their feet made no sound on the un-swept floor of the room that I once shared with the ghost of my long-dead lover.
They came for the boy and they removed him from my protection.
I felt as if my eyes would burst from my face; I gagged and straining to see who.
I roared until my lungs emptied and on drawing breath they sent me to sleep with anaesthetic oil.
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