Chained To a Purpose
It’s just me and who else?
Is someone tracking me through these spells?
Is someone lurking in my wake?
Is this place storming with snakes?
I can feel these voices getting tight.
Weaving around, and circling in the night.
Me and whoever else has arrived-
We are banded by radiant nights where we thrive.
Copyright © Angelica Tao | Year Posted 2022
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