Lightning strikes
In the dark of night
I wake from the dead
No soul in sight
I’m outta my head
Consumed with dread
Clutching Loneliness
My partner in bed
“It’s only us,
Don’t make a fuss,”
Saith my Shadow
In whom I trust
Eyes all aglow
They watch, they know
As I start sinking
Into the floor below
The moon starts falling
Rain evaporates with dawning
I must persist
Push past this mourning
For in that mist
When we first kissed
T’was the first time I lived
More than to just exist
It’s you I miss.
About the Creator
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My name is Nat Ho.
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Rachel Reviews: The Spiral Archive by Pieter Hendrik
It's difficult for me to know where to start with a review of this book as it was, for me, an entirely unique experience and one that I'll probably never have again. I don't want that to be interpreted as unenjoyable but it has left me scratching my head a little and ruminating on its content, its themes and its characters.
By Rachel Deeming2 days ago in BookClub
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