Tag: Poetry
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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…
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Wardrobe
I’m the crypt keeper Here lies me, moth-eaten corpse Who I used to be © Emma Stead
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Night Terror
The silence slips and the silence bleeds, The silence flips and the silence screams, The silence trips and the silence heaves, Then I weep and the silence leaves. The shadows leap and the shadows turn, The shadows leak and the shadows churn, The shadows sneak and the shadows yearn, Then I peek and the shadows…
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