Six Seconds
She awoke
Stiffly from a dream
She was being followed
By a threatening presence
She found she was encased
Awkwardly in his arms
Burrowing deep into him
Trying to hide
He rhythmically touched her
Every six seconds
Rubbed her arms down
As if she were cold
She was half aware
Of his unconscious protection
She felt his teeth grind
Felt his ragged hot breath
It was a strange hour to wake
The night felt numb
The possums growled and
Barked
Sounding like demons
She closed her eyes
And was greedily pulled
Back in
To the nightmarish realm
Into the library lift
Under the dull flickering light
The door closing softly behind her
Not before
Something else slipped
Silently in
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