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 my soul
© Ann Bagnall

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