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Tap
Tap
Tap
There is a tap-tapping tap on my window
I dare not try to take a look
If I do, it will know I hear
I dare not turn towards the casement
Doing so would
Encourage it
Embolden it
Incite it
I can not let it know
That I lay here awake
Afraid
Scared
Frightened
I pray he can’t smell my fear
In my sweat
In my perspiration
In my sudor
Tap
Tap
Tap
There is a tap-tapping tap on my window
If I look
It will call to me
If I look
It will ask to be let in
I must not let him
I do not want to invite him in
But I hear his call
I will not be able to evade for long
Tap
Tap
Tap
I listen to him tap-tapping tap on the casement
Calling my name
Calling my soul
Tempting me
Luring me
To open up
And let him in.
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Comments (5)
Ooooh, this is so good. Love the build up and just the overwhelming sense of dread and terror. Finally trying to catchup on submissions for the book now. This is a great one, will leave an extra comment on the one I decide. And will be doing another update piece in the coming week!
Oh come on, he must be so cold outside. Just let him in, lol! Loved your poem!
Ooo this is so well-written!
Great work! Love the tapping! Fantastic!
Dear StepMom ~ I so try to keep up with you by following your 'Freshly' Baked Bread Crumbs - Always a terrific choice of topics. btw; when you have a moment "TAP"-out 'POKER' I thought of you when I wrote about the Wobbly-Wheel Brit cars. StepSon ~ in good standings? ~
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