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Night Terrors

by Jacob Reina

Grief is a neglected wound,

Born in a room with withered roses,

Old cherub paintings hung over vases,

Trophies dusty with sports clippings faded,

Cross-stitched lilacs in rusted frames,

And stick-figured families taken away.

The dog howls to Heaven,

Show mercy for one night.

About the Author

Jacob Reina is a full-time linguistics student at Fresno State, but he is considering a minor in creative writing. He has been writing poems for over fifteen years, but only recently began sending his poems to literary journals. He has not yet been published.

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