A small creak of the floorboards,
enough for her to make a peep.
With every step it approaches
and she's unable to calm her breathing.
One more step,
what will she do?
Another creak,
as it's nearing closer.
Her beating heart becoming frantic,
searching for place of comfort
while engulfed with panic.
The movement comes to a halt
and she knows full well where it decided to stop.
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Voiceless (Older Version)
General FictionWhat happens in the dark remains in the dark. What is never voiced will remain unheard. How long will you remain voiceless before it destroys you? ~First published on Textnovel.com~
