Silent Traveler
A creaking floorboard that never creaks; clearly something’s here.
Feeling like someone’s behind me; staring; chills tapping on my spine.
Ethereal spirit traveler, passing through my house.
Copyright © M. L. Kiser | Year Posted 2014
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