Alone
Looking up
Black sky
Bright stars
Pulsing green
Howling wind
Creaking trees
Snapping branch
throaty growl
Skulking footsteps
Raw fear
Frozen still
Bared fangs
Pain
Tranquility
Warmth
Light
All ebbs
Nothing more
Terror
Alone
Looking up
Black sky
Bright stars
Pulsing green
Howling wind
Creaking trees
Snapping branch
throaty growl
Skulking footsteps
Raw fear
Frozen still
Bared fangs
Pain
Tranquility
Warmth
Light
All ebbs
Nothing more
I am a writer. Words are my tools, and the world is my workshop. Without mercy, I manipulate my reader’s emotions until I have them believing what they formerly thought impossible. View more posts
Eunice Cooper-Matchett