I shudder with fright
As the shadows lurk and dance in the moonlight
A sacred tear
A fragile fear
As the shadows encroach
And I cover my ears to block out their echoing reproach
They drag me down into roaring waves of agony
As if I were the subject of their ecological anthropology
And there's no saving me
About the Creator
Bixi Hernandez
Hi! I'm Bixi. Your red lip coffee sipping bestie. Using my tears as pen ink is what I do best. Enjoy!
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