The clouds linger Low And the rain Mists, Which is very odd For early February In Australia. I've just finished My a nine-hour day, Collapsing into my Bed, Windows bathing me In an overcast glow. For some strange reason I think of you. I think of you, For the first time In three years. … Continue reading You.
Month: February 2018
He came to me Again last night, Never in flesh Always in my Sleep. He pinned me Down, Helpless my heart Lept. Hands, Too many of them, Grabbed at my body. No matter How much I Struggled, He continued to Go about his Work.