The final and mute Nightmare

By Jenny Olmos •
Wondering what's wrong
you wake up one night.
But the big house is silent.
You turn to the side.
Then you see him,
so close, in your bed.
The cause of your nightmares.
Now all love for him is dead.
By Jenny Olmos •
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