M / loss

Swish of tail Flash of fang Sting of heart Light of Moon Howl of loss ~ Shadows embrace the lost soul Darkness engulfs the broken  Obsidian shards cut deep The pain awaits The events of the night – Hidden. ~ No one can touch her now Queenie’s choice is made. The vultures of the night Find the corpse picked…

Lost key

My scrambled poem about me having lost my footing, losing sight of my inner self and starting to find my sight again.