Drip drip drip…
Fall the drops
From the crisp dark claws
Floating behind the drapes
Maddened by the howling wind
Drip drip drip…
My gaze sharpens
So does the pearl glow
Revealing the crimson splatter
and skinless fiery hands
Drip drip drip…
The long, lean bones bent on
To smother
Drip drip drip…
angry grunts
rage through the naked space
Shaking the silence
Drip drip drip…
The hostility
The unwavering determination
Challenge me
Sending ripples of fear
Drip drip drip…
The time freezes
So does my breath
Making me wonder....
What is there that preys
From across the room
About the Creator
PALAK KANWAR
I am a simple person that has dealt with mental issues. Writing gives me focus and helps keep unnecessary thoughts at bay.
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