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Wraith
A wraith came to my room.
Slipped in, silent,
A shadow
In the cold grey light of dawn.
Fragile as gossamer
She lingered there
In that familiar place
Beside the door.
A last farewell.
Then she moved on
Leaving grief and death behind.
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Short, poignant, and straightforward. I like the voice you used for this and the description you chose. I could see in my mind's eye the frail state of the wraith. Well done.
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22 months ago
I found this very morbid, which for the theme it suits. I think of "wraith" as a man and was very surprised when I found he is a she!