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Beneath the biscuit-bitten moon of dawn
There’s a hint of something unknown,
unprecedented enough that even the howling wind has flaked
To something spider-thin;
To the bare wire frames of lyricism.
Since then, the sky has darkened.
And static has started to skitter across asphalt and window-frames.
Friday 21st October 2011 10:23 am
Tags: fear, horror, poem, poetry, sun, suspense
- 2011 (1)
stella jones on Mill Music (Wed, 22 Aug 2012 11:04:29 am)