• Vol. 03
  • Chapter 09
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Afraid of the Dark

I don’t want to play anymore,
breathless, I tremble, shiver.

Blackness fills my eyes,
flies whisper around my ears.

This ribbon is too tight,
but still they spin and pull me.

Wind blows hair across my face,
rays of the sun warm me.

Waves rustle as they
ripple in the breeze.

I don’t want to play anymore.

I want to go home.