Seven of Diamonds - Sleeper Cells
15 - Free Verse
The Clandestine Inhabitant
It doesn't have to be dark
Even in the daylight you won't notice
At home among your dearest friends
Reading to your child
Drawing your evening bath
Something is always beyond view
Behind each line and act
Hidden there almost evading detection
Disquieted you feel its breath
Dampen the hairs on the back of your neck:
Death
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