The wind carried the whisper heavy with intent to be near.
Softly it lay in my hand, with a foreboding of fear.
I watched it nestle and take root, warmth seeping into my veins.
The light, so bright and hypnotic overcame.
The darkness that came from it blinding to the truth.
A whisper of hate, a whisper of fear.
Heavy with foreboding and danger in my ear.
My veins full of ice and the sadness of my tears, I ripped and tore at the whispered scars.
The fear dripping onto the floor.
The wind carried the whisper heavy with intent to be near.
Softly it lay in my hand, with a foreboding of fear.
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Tammy McConaughy
I don't know about you but I was the kid who always had my nose in a book and dreamed about being a writer. Dreams come true. I love writing & reading, sharing written words with others.
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