NaPoWriMo day 27

Twisted beings clawing the wood at your door

Begging for a reception as foul as it may be.

You sit stock still, glassy eyed and sheet white

Whilst your sleep is disturbed by demons.

The reflection taunts you with fidelity

You turn to find your window has gone.

Now this is all you have.

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