The silent hole listened as a child screamed endlessly for help. One child at a time. Blood. Throats worn away with scribbling effect. A bottle stood near. Again the floor had eyes. Eventually it’ll shake loose and more will see. Eventually a child becomes much more.
-M. Taggart copyright 2016
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Endless nites of no sleep
Watching and waiting
For life to grow
The child sleeps
As you dream
Of the floor
Waiting for you to walk
Once more
Great one Matt
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