Friday, October 21, 2016

Sarah St Vincent Welch #281 night terror 1



shadows in dreams, shapes
swirl metal edged
my night terrors are abstract
sharp
I wake and the room rushes away

your face spotlit in the distance

1 comment:

  1. Fabulous poem - so evocative & chilling. Really like it!

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