Midnight Terror

in the middle of the night
the clock screams
and the birds
altogether silent
will never know.

dreams of broken glass
echo through the gauntness
from soul to soul
they hop
and never cease to swallow.

while the wind cries
and the twisted stranger
shuffles his feet
the world
keeps spinning out of order.

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photo credits: sambissell.files.wordpress.com

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