She can feel them,
yet she can't see,
how close they are,
she barely breathes.
Her skin bristles,
with electric fear,
as it always does,
when they are near.
She feels the hand,
upon her shoulder,
her stomach lurches,
bile in her throat.
Her skin is crawling,
as she moves her head,
to look into the eyes,
of the walking dead.
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Dark Attraction
PoetryA collection of deliciously, dark poems. #3 in Poetry - 9/6/18 I hope you enjoy and any time taken to read, is greatly appreciated and if you wanted to hit the little vote button or comment, you will have my eternal gratitude. H x The main theme of...
