Shivers of terror
Run through Earth’s spine
Curled in as a newborn
As moon light hits upon her delicate back
A storm is coming
Hidden in the darkness
Fears rain from it
In an icy sheet
Trapping everything hated,
Every bad thought,
Every bad feeling,
Compounding, mounding,
Founding further paranoia
The wind howls louder and louder
The river begins to freeze in place
Stuck, trapped beneath itself,
Blaming itself every step of the way
Soon nothing remains but the mounds of ice and snow
A deep freeze,
Encapsulating everything the world was
In one perfect sculpture of torture
Forever.
About the Creator
Be Your Own Advocate Challenge
So, folks...I wanted to do something a bit different for my next challenge thingo. I wanted to turn things back on you - as many of you have been firm and constant supporters of me and I always feel I've been a let down in terms of reciprocating.
By Paul Stewart7 days ago in Writers
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