a.b.d.
Jan 19, 2025

She’s standing over my shoulder

Watching and waiting

With claws wrapped around

My collarbones

She sunk them into my flesh and held on

Before I knew my name

And what was scary

Or what wasn’t

a.b.d.
a.b.d.

Written by a.b.d.

I’m a somewhat published poetry author seeking a place to dump all her spontaneous rough drafts

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