WD 204 “Nightshade”

A poem inspired by The Muse of Cold Earth. Nightshade  I’m wavering As the cool night air spreads from my fingertips  Goodnight sounds like good-riddance As my body is riddled with strange waves of paralysis  The dark is so still that it makes sounds  Like harsh knocking on the front door (Did I lock it?)Continue reading “WD 204 “Nightshade””