Dangerous

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