Letting Life Lead
Phantom fingers slide and gooseflesh rises
As static hairs stand stiff — sizzling in sync.
Limbs quiver, lips stick; a whimper reprises.
Pulse quickens, mouth dry, panic on a brink.
It scrapes, clicks, and hisses promises dark.
Tonight it slides and slithers inside out.
Abaddon comes to bind blood’s watermark.
Tonight the last midnight beckons all dread.
Ink red bleeds paper skin; claws shred sinew.
Oh, hide not in the wardrobe or abed.
Never to rest or to die from pains anew.
Vulnerable on main
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