At Midnight

Dim light
above her head

Books opened
on the coffee table

All alone
in the living room

Not knowing
the shadow behind

Creeping forward
with a butcher knife

Unaware of
a coming death

That tonight
would be her eternal nightmare

That tomorrow
would not be the same...

The clock
struck twelve.


Poem © Tsubasa Kuroba (kurotsuba).
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