Tag: Poetry
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The Demon In the Snow
I need to make a bloody callto keep a secret from them all. I want to be the stabbing knifeand silently cut strands of life. Those are the words I tend to sing,my low sweet voice like dark bells ring. I whisper words that flow so sweet.Their lives I claim like food you eat. The…
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Empty Light
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…