night visitor

you come

like a thief in the night

hiding behind a mask

and you sneak upon me

surprising me in your attack

and your grip is so tight

that i cannot escape the pain

it squeezes my heart

till the tears flow from it

like water from a sponge

then, at knifepoint you take

what you want from my soul

and then steal away into the dark

leaving me bleeding

huddled and crying


and i know

even small as i am

that something precious is gone

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