A nightmare clings in the furious silence.
Shadows reach as her imagination bends.
There is a racing stillness in the twilight hours.
Wickedness creeps with a lonely caress.
Anything is possible. Everything is dangerous.
Now there is a warmth beside her.
He slings his arm across her, heavy and hard.
She is soothed, content. She relaxes and sleeps.
Yet here lurks a new kind of terror.
Trust and an uncertain future. Love.
Anything is possible. Everything is dangerous.
© Emma Stead
3 responses to “Dangerous”
Deep and extremely introspective! Wonderful! ✒️
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Thank you! Xx
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You are very welcome. 😊
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