The Steal
He came in the night
and took it away.
Still,
never mind,
it’ll find its way home.
It always does.
But no sound at the door.
Sometimes I think it’s there,
a movement caught at the turn of the stair,
an unexpected shadow,
a sense of something around.
But still no sound at the door.
He came in the night
and took it away.
Still,
never mind,
it’ll find its way home.
It always does.
But no sound at the door.
Sometimes I think it’s there,
a movement caught at the turn of the stair,
an unexpected shadow,
a sense of something around.
But still no sound at the door.




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The way it leaves so much unsaid makes it even creepier in my opinion. I'm glad you're still contributing, for it seems our old friends Frank and Archiver have left the thread