When I Dreamed of My Soul as an Owl
Nov 1 · 3 min read

The house was dark, and I was afraid.
Laughter. Singing. Snarling.
Snapping wood.
Shattering glass.
And heaving footprints.
A band of shadows in the shape of men
forced their way into my home.

The house was dark, and I was afraid.
Laughter. Singing. Snarling.
Snapping wood.
Shattering glass.
And heaving footprints.
A band of shadows in the shape of men
forced their way into my home.

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