Freewrite 6/20/08

Mists today, silent. Nothing that says they’re watching me, but I know they are. Waiting with cold fingers, with colder eyes and lipless mouths.

From trees and nooks, from the sky and from the ground. I worry that they might see my happiness, see that I have found a safe place to hide. I can’t go home when they watch, they might follow.

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