Shadows stalk
as if hunger prowling.
Howless mouths
nip at heels
without footing—
a promise
of devouring.
Stillborn cries
etch a throat raw.
......
Shadows stalk
as if hunger prowling.
Howless mouths
nip at heels
without footing—
a promise
of devouring.
Stillborn cries
etch a throat raw.
......