Haunted

Art by¬†Kovacs Anna Brigitta   Tinnitus screams a hymn, hear me sing.   Heart shrieks in rhythm, as you parade through my skin.   Hands fall cold nevertheless, for voices but infest.   March through then, through hollow cold bones again.   Cowering behind little rocks, I stray from the flock.   Solitude sits within, … Continue reading Haunted

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