Afraid of Your Own
Whose shadow upon the door darkening my step with chilling wails as the eerie wind blows then creaking ashore lurking in the night’s mind written in braille’s touching points upon your spine raising the hair upon your head the shaded wood begins to pine alone with thoughts of the dead frightened beyond the unknown turning on the light it does fleet appearing behind you chilled to the bone with laughter and a running heartbeat
Copyright © John Beam | Year Posted 2015
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