screams that can’t be heard
in the emptiness of the night,
lost in the abyss,
even echoes begin to die,
Nothing spreads across,
closing in on any light,
ever quiet, ever present fright…
About the Creator
Samantha Smith
I am an aspiring author, who also has too much to say about random books and movies.
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