Not always
when moon is full
mist
thick
wends between ankles
rusted bars
before your eyes
does arise
monstrosity
bleeding stone
wracked
ruined
screams
tortured
serenade your nightmares
calling forth
beasts
wicked and foul
rending
heart and hearth
tearing from you
all the way
sending
screaming torturous
headlong into dark night
gathered into ebon arms
even as
clutching at worn gate
born through…..
dead eyes
sorrow
caught
wrapped
sent to dine
these corridors
wander in faith
we shall find you
we can smell you
we can nearly touch you…..
©Dec. 9/20
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The Wonderful and Wacky World of One Single Mom 
wow………very well done.
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Thank you so much. You enjoyed?
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absolutely!
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🤗🤗💜
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I love your poetry! 😍😍
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Thank you so much. This piece is the start of something larger. The character is racing around the shadows. All I see are feral eyes
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Sounds so dark and right up my alley!
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I am getting glimpses of places and her. A bit of story but going to let it come natural. If I think too long she sidles away
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I understand that!
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You will like today’s poem I am thinking
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Can’t wait to read it!!
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😁😁😁
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It is up
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