It’s a shadow
she can’t quite see,
just behind her head.
A sensation of suspicion
her shoulder blades.
A darkness settling in
a midnight coloured cape.
that demand she hides, fades away.
No energy for fight or flight
when confronting the black horror
Amazing words. Speak so true 👌👊
Reblogged this on Stepping Stones Magazine Lite and commented:
Something that I read and liked and thought to share.
The physical night doesn’t hold a candle to the cold and dark of a person’s self-imposed starlessness.
Lovely! And a little creepy haha