This Thing Upon You
We shuffle through the gorse tunnel,
Harsh underworld of impaling thorns.
The reek of alcohol is rising from your back
Like steam that twists entangling my thoughts
With gut twisting clarity and certainty that
This things is upon you,
this dark thing.
Copyright © Grace Helen | Year Posted 2017
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