Withered Hands
Suffocating Me As I Try To Sleep
By Carol Ann TownendPublished 3 months ago • 1 min read
Photo by Crina Parasca on Unsplash
Withered hands hide in sheets
Suffocating me as I try to sleep,
Carrying me to death's door.
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