Follow Me
Silence seemed to change to less
His form almost incoherent in the dark
but for light
imprisoned in the spectacle and eyes behind
Stood is not correct
he phased into the darkness
as if the blackness was breathing
Too scared to turn
fear saturates the sweat on my brow
Terror twists my head
screaming look he is there
stood within the darkness
poisoned childhood care
Copyright © Christopher Quigley | Year Posted 2019
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