Moonlight crashes through the window
Wind howls, or was it a werewolf?
teeth gnashing in the twilight hues
I heard a sound of wailing – was it you?
Creaking, creeping through freshly fallen snow
echoes of breathing deeper and deeper
eyes are bright, slowly taking you in
Tag: Sad
I was open in front of him, Poetry by Cindreia Europe
Air rushing in my caverns winds tearing at my insides making me all too aware
Of my emptiness where love should be
Of my cliffs that jut and tear at
The ragged rawness inside of me
I am empty where I should be full and full of only the wrong things
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