Can you see them now?
Those things that can only be felt?
Hands of ghosts riding gusts from the ocean's desperate swell
Climbing up from the dunes to gently capture you
Push you away or pull you in to a black, comfortable hell
Do not be fearful when she calls for you
She is a nightmare that has longed for you
Do not falter nor dare cower to the song of your redemption
Being silenced under her power
It's just a goddess who you have always known
Inviting you to let the night swallow you whole
About the Creator
Katherine Grant
A poet & novelist from the Bronx. Also possibly a werewolf.
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