Woke up in the pitch black
Staring at the reality
Shackled with no hope
Barely crawling
Trying to move my tired body
Sounds of the sizzle
Shuffling of feet
Jameson walked down stairs
Scrambled eggs and bacon
glancing at my swollen eyes
“I’m sorry to hear about your father.”
A phrase that swam in my mind
over and over as I scarfed down grub
No time for drops of tears
No time for sadness
“I can’t stay in these clothes.”
Jameson paced like a rat
Imprints in his rattled mind
Struck a lonely frozen nerve
Nervousness and sweat blend
“I will get you clothes.”
Forgotten details befuddled him
Inside of me snickered
Ignited a circle of thoughts
Finally seeing a shadow
Outsmart the predator
Oh! Now this is going to get REAL interesting. Oh boy Oh boy Oh boy!
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I’m glad you like it Tara!
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I do! I look forward to reading the entire saga beginning to end. Excited! 😁
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Awesome! Great to hear!
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