Know Too MuchA Poem by Wild Willow BlueNight has never been more dangerous than in the eyes of a child.The woods behind my house are scary at night. Sometimes, I can’t even sleep. I hear the owls, and big dogs; the branches, scraping, scraping. The water in the bathroom, “drip, drip” down the drain, and I’m alone. I can feel my eyes wide with fear, the covers up to my ears, but I can still hear them. Now there’s voices; that’s what I can hear. Little kids know more about the dark, and I know more about the woods behind my house. © 2012 Wild Willow BlueAuthor's Note
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StatsAuthorWild Willow BlueOHAboutI am 33. I am gay/non-binary. I started writing in 8th grade. The person whom I started writing because of, I never got a chance to thank. We were never good friends, but we knew each other. I owe her.. more..Writing
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