Intruder
She broke into the empty house
and felt someone was there;
ignoring that, she walked around,
but sensed a hostile stare.
From room to room she paced, and glanced
behind her, all her hairs
on end. Too late she saw the form
that shoved her down the stairs...
Copyright © Jack Horne | Year Posted 2023
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