It was printed on my shaking wrist
Knock knock
Beneath my scribbled grocery list
Knock Knock
Small enough to be easily missed
But still making my stomach twist
Two words, light like a Ghostly mist
Knock knock
He whispered them as he opened the door
Knock knock
Bringing gifts from my favorite store
Knock knock
It shook me to my very core
Each time more chilling than before
But never much more
Than when he lay on the floor
Bleeding, smiling and Whispering to me
Knock knock
YOU ARE READING
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