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Feigning sleep
while hiding in a pillow,
the others are whispering
your hidden thoughts.
Your ears are straining
and heartbeat clawing,
sudden fire lights your skin aglow.
There he sits
voices resonating,
raindrops on sheets of mercury.
They must be all in a circle now
hungry eyes
patient lips,
their questions hanging,
ruthless fangs.
And his response
only you can hear,
“She’s awake.”
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