Tuesday, October 14, 2014

safeHaven

A nighttime full of terrors.
Dark, twisted things
Stirring things stored away
During the light of day.
A battle with no sword.
A war with no guns.
Demons pummel 
The only spot they can: 
My charred and exposed soul.
The sun comes up and
My life depends on finding 
A new hiding spot. 

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