Cold fingered dread,
spreads from the inside out,
poisoned memories flood,
leaving her without any doubt,
she belonged to the darkness,
this night and always.
~The H Word~ by Hazel Urquhart
"Genuine poetry can communicate before it is understood" ~ T.S. Eliot
Cold fingered dread,
spreads from the inside out,
poisoned memories flood,
leaving her without any doubt,
she belonged to the darkness,
this night and always.
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