Watch Out For the Black Heart
twixt and tween spirituality and religion
a black heart collector devours pure souls
it creeps in during the night while people slumber
gifting doubts, worries and fears to them
insanity often follows, but never fast enough to suit
the beast who wants to take all souls to the underworld
when your hair stands up on the back of your neck, she is here.
when you feel watched, she is here.
Copyright © Caren Krutsinger | Year Posted 2022
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