Dry your tears
I am dead
but I am not gone.
It is I who watches
you while you sleep, it
is I who sits on the edge
of your bed in the dark of night.
Shh, don’t be afraid
it is I who reaches
under the covers
and grasps your ankle
in my cold hand.
The Snake at Blind Frog Ranch
1 day ago
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