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Disappointment pulsates and thumps as I long
Insipidly for some sense of
Satisfaction which escapes reach
Taunting me with its whispers of
Rage brushing against my neck
As it stalks me with its penetrating gaze
Ceasing a breath I attempt to capture
Trance-inducing horror holds me prey
In its clawed and salivating embrace
On a night where the moon hides its face
Neglecting to witness this insidious dance of shame
About the Creator
Julie Bernstein
I’m just a humble girl who loves to dream. My pen helps me capture some of them.
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