Within me,
A storm awakens,
A stealth part of me,
Twilight does not assuage it,
Hidden night.
Door opens,
I’m ushered through it,
A storm arises,
A recalcitrant darkness,
An echo.
October 30, 2025.
Nette Onclaud,
Pentastitch It Poetry Contest.
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