Who Is Protecting Me?
The weekends never felt so safe before.
The door locks behind me on Friday,
and I can breathe.
I don’t have to go outside for two days.
Saturdays are great.
I rest, read and write.
Sundays are about the same.
The weekends never felt so safe before.
The door locks behind me on Friday,
and I can breathe.
I don’t have to go outside for two days.
Saturdays are great.
I rest, read and write.
Sundays are about the same.
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Horror, Science-Fiction and Dystopian Short Story Author and Poet.
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