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Cold Chills
Mercury rising
Got a bad feeling
like wolves
on the horizon
A forest of eyes in the darkness
I'm crawling.
Lost with little to none,
slim chance to get out
of the slump
or the hole
or the pit
pick your poison.
What's the matter, aren't you used to
surviving?
A sea of ghosts
On the shipwrecked coasts
I'm as rotten as
I've been since departing.
Got a bad feeling
like wolves
on the horizon
A forest of eyes in the darkness
I'm crawling.
Lost with little to none,
slim chance to get out
of the slump
or the hole
or the pit
pick your poison.
What's the matter, aren't you used to
surviving?
A sea of ghosts
On the shipwrecked coasts
I'm as rotten as
I've been since departing.
Published 16th Aug 2024
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16th Aug 2024 12:22pm
Loneliness comes cross in this. Even though wolves are pack animals, and all eyes are on you, no one is there to help. Nice spill Fia xoxo
