Wake

She wakes up

and the shadows are just leave on branches

not the gnarled fingers of the ghosts

or the tails that are whips

that have spikes

 

She wakes up

when she finally falls

from falling and falling

and

falling

and thud

 

She wakes up

all the way

wide open

alert, ready to strike

squints

then collapses

 

She wakes up

somewhere else.

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