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The Boy by the WindowsillEvery night, as I am put to bed.
Every night, he arrives, a Knight.
He's only a boy, just like me.
But there is something about him, I just can't see.
As the lights go down and doors are closed,
As I'm about to fall asleep and my eyes have dozed.
The window, so silently, will fly open wide.
Through the hole, he shall step inside.
The first time, he woke me, knocking down my window vase.
He stepped on my scattered toys and clothes, making my floor appear as a maze.
Who was he, where did he come from and why was he here?
Everything about him felt so unclear.
I knew I should of screamed, but I was certainly more than just terrified.
Do you know the taste of the universe?One day, when you’re five years old and made out of fractured sunlight and mirror shards, you sit down on the bench of the MAX train. You’re dressed in your winter coat and boots that are too big and one of your parents has pulled your hat too close over your ears.
You’re sitting next to your mother, and on the other side is a man that smells like loneliness, something that you’ll later know as cigarettes and alcohol and homelessness. He’s crying quietly into the top of his jacket and you’re scared to look because you’ve never seen an adult cry.
The train ride goes on for five minutes, which is a lo
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