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the witching hour was especially cold last night. darkness hovers over as i lay wide awake. my chest gets tighter. my jaw locks. is this why my mothers prays for me? there was a presence. as her hands rise. my mind can make this real. i scream internally. her eyes swell to release tears cried for the soul of her only son. i feel each one as i lay frightened. the shadows are alive. i think i can sse them move.