It happened on a quiet Friday night,

The ghosts of shadows speckled my room more than anything,

The hallway was quiet, it took kissed by the shadows,

Everything was calm.

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I noticed it the next night,

Waking up at three in the morning, there was a woman in the hallway, smiling at me.

She made me think everything would be all right,

I wonder what happened to make her visit me that night.

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It happened again, earlier than the times before,

Screaming, yelling, and hollering,

It plagued my ears,

And yet that lone woman watched over me,

I wonder who she is.

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It happened once in a dream,

A place so far away,

The backdoors of the universe, a room filled with nails,

The woman was there again, smiling over me.

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It happened again in a dream,

Red spots hugged the shadows in my room,

There was a woman in front of me,

Hugging my body.

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It happened once in a dream,

A woman, young and black, murdered for protecting their child.

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I wonder who that woman was,

A ghost filled with tendrils of the past,

And it really makes me wonder,

Why she decided to protect me at that moment.