Teddy Bear

By Carrie A. Golden

The girl hides under
the folds of the quilted cover
with her teddy bear
waiting

Murky shadows move
with an un-natural purpose
to claim and possess
wholly

When she opens her
eyes only to see the rising
sun, her bear on the
floor, frayed

She reaches for it and
embraces the toy to her wet face
and receives the scent
of death

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