The Fog
The fog clutches at her throat
and drags her down into it's
white embrace, consuming her life essence.
As the fog’s mist dies,
so does the girl that once controlled it
that once owned it
and had once made it come alive
Copyright © Joelle Ferguson | Year Posted 2008
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