Woken by the night watchman
The Fear takes hold
It grips the intestines tightly
and twists.
There are no
right answers
and when the fists arrive they
are not unexpected.
The blood drips
making a stain on the wooden floorboards
in the shape of a heart.
Fury flies,
it fills the air with fever.
Dragged by the hair
the body is flung into the bathtub
the head
hits the tap and
stops.
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