Wind is blowing
Knocking on my window
He looks in.
I feel Him.
His lack of eyes on me
I close my eyes.
Hide under the covers
Pray to the Gods.
He can't
Possibly
See me
My time's not up.
I'm not ready
He can't
Not yet
I have days
Months
Years
It is not
My time
Not yet.
As long as I do not
acknowledge
Him
He will not
Claim me.
I'm not His to claim
Not yet.
Not ever.
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