a - risen

It was a little after midnight
when she first felt the fear,
skin prickling awareness
of something being near.

She tried to move quickly
she tried to escape,
glancing over her shoulder
there could be no mistake.

It was him, he had come
she was no longer safe
despite all that she’d done
he had risen from the grave.

It was a little after midnight
when she drew her last breath
blood curdling awareness
of her exorable death.

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