It Was Onyx Cloaked
Running fast down an old brick ally way
The clop-clack of my shoes
As I try desperately to reach the light on the other side
It is coming for me
My time has come
Long finger nails pierce my shoulder
Ripping cloth
Drawing blood
I spin around
Knowing the maker of my demise will face me
It was onyx cloaked and ivory skinned
Copyright © Kiki Murdock | Year Posted 2011
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