It’s a shadow
she can’t quite see,
just behind her head.
A sensation of suspicion
quickening between
her shoulder blades.
A darkness settling in
a midnight coloured cape.
Oppressive premonitions
that demand she hides, fades away.
No energy for fight or flight
when confronting the black horror
of night.
Shawn L. Bird 
Amazing words. Speak so true 👌👊
Thanks.
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.
Indeed.
Lovely! And a little creepy haha
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