Nightmares
Around, all around, the dark memories gather.
My dread grows as the dark one's touch falls against
my naked soul.
It mutilates me, and darkly my blood drips to the broken ground.
In horror I cry out while the reaper takes me
Now alone, my essence falls upon darkened eyes.
THIS IS MY HELL.
Copyright © Mandy Jolly | Year Posted 2023
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