Mindless Fear

A passionate kiss.
A frightening scream.
At first I thought,
it was merely a dream.

A shot was fired.
A car sped away.
I heard a siren,
and started to pray.

I felt a hand,
glide over my side.
I couldn’t move,
though I had tried.

I then heard a voice,
whisper to me.
“It’s after midnight,
shut of the T.V.”

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