the mist trails through the trees
like fingers through my hair,
ice cold wind pushes against my chest
as I fight my way through the forest,
trying to escape the darkness.
silence follows my footsteps,
no branches breaking underneath me
and no animals rustling
except for the owl and her echoing
screech through the forest.
the darkness follows me at every turn,
winding around my wrists,
wrapping around my neck,
pulling me back into the mist that
trails through the trees.















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JDT
My Blog
Now faith is the assurance of things hoped for, the conviction of things not seen. -Heb. 11:1
you do great weird and spooky.
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lindsay e.
Into the Moonlight: Vol. I and II | Writing Goober
You do prose just fine, sweetie. I've not seen you try spooky and/or weird, but I bet you do just fine.
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JDT
My Blog
Now faith is the assurance of things hoped for, the conviction of things not seen. -Heb. 11:1
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lindsay e.
Into the Moonlight: Vol. I and II | Writing Goober
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JDT
My Blog
Now faith is the assurance of things hoped for, the conviction of things not seen. -Heb. 11:1
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lindsay e.
Into the Moonlight: Vol. I and II | Writing Goober
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JDT
My Blog
Now faith is the assurance of things hoped for, the conviction of things not seen. -Heb. 11:1
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lindsay e.
Into the Moonlight: Vol. I and II | Writing Goober
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