Andreas Colman
Joined September 2017
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Nebula
On the first night, I heard its breath. On the second night, I heard the quiet whispers, hushed and malicious. On the third, I heard the screams of others, not my family, for I am so alone. On the fourth, I had enough, I rose to confront the beast, only to lay back down.
By Andreas Colman6 years ago in Poets