The changeling

Day 2: Changeling

That cold January night

something changed forever

when she stepped out

into the cold air

on her return hours later

she no more talked of

the voices she heard

or the faces that terrified her

there was an eerie serenity

about her demeanour

I looked askance at the little stranger

nowadays I watch her helplessly.

(Written for OctPoWriMo

You can read the day 1 poem here.)

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