Anexis Matos
Blind author, content creator, and freelancer
Category: Poetry
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I reach into myself,a barrel of blinding light pushing toward her.I can’t see her.She’s hiding.She must be planning,an angry, irritated, wrathful warrior waiting to strike. She usually sleeps,but she chose to strike today,extending her claws and tearing at skin,leaving nothing in her wake before returning to her lair. I’m surrounded by her when I find…