The Cold Corners of the Soul


The Cold Corners of the Soul

The darkness is flowing

Rolling in from all directions

Serpentine

It weaves around me

Filling in the light

A coldness glistens

A sheen of wickedness

That is pervasive

The night pulses

A dark throbbing heart

Disembodied

Floating

Waves of fear

Rippling out

Concentric circles

Endlessly caressing

The cold corners

Of the soul

© Ann Bagnall 2015.

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