Spit mixed with dirt – Muddy words flow
The dread of nightwhere I lay alone in the darkand the abyss presses inand small soundsbecome largeand my lonelinessbecomes unbearableand there’s no reprieve. Only me. In my mind it’s allpine needlesdampnessand a gentle sobbing in the distance And the dread deepens. tara caribou |… Continue Reading “The Dread of Night”
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