Encroaching Darkness
A amazing poem by a talented writer.
darkness is washing over me
like spilled black ink
viscous puddles on my skin
like oxygen-rich blood
iron-tinged air
darkness is icy breath
on the back of my neck
skeletal fingers
sensually stroking my spine
leaving me no-comfort cold
painful goose bumps
raised on my pale skin
darkness is wrapping its gray smoky tendrils
around my throat
caressing me like a lover
who does not respect
my safe word
tightening ever so slowly
into a noose
stealing my breath
stealing my voice
seeking to obliterate
to lay waste
© 2017 Christine Elizabeth Ray – All rights Reserved
Thank you so much for the reblog. It is always an honor to be reblogged on your site John.
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You are too kind and you are welcome.
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As you stated, this is a truly exceptional poem from one of my favorite writers here; I am glad you shared this and hope that your readers enjoy.
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They will enjoy. A amazing writer. I agree.
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