One Day At A Time
Thursday, November 11, 2021
Something Lurking
Something creeping, crawling, mincing
something petty, minute, minor
a breath on the neck
a trace on the back
a shadow in the periphery
an echo of hostility
not rage nor terror
nothing big, identifiable
but hidden, shuttered
disquiet
yet to be discovered.
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