The Phantom Wanderer.

by Amber   Aug 12, 2006


I
wake to
anxious limbs
Smothering me.
Temperate arms begin to pull me close
I jump out of bed and turn on the lights
just to find that
no one was
even
there.

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  • 17 years ago

    by goddess-glamourpuss

    Interseting format. I preferred it for the second half as it added a creepy depth to the theme. Not sure about the layout for the eginning though. To me it might be better grouped together more.

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