Jean R. R. Branson

Fear



Dark and cloudy as the moon

 

       like flesh rotting away

 

searing pain ripping from the soul

         

           death and decay

     

      longing to escape 

 

    like fallen ash

             

                  hotter than the sun

                

                    'You'll be gone in a flash'

     



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