Day 16

There was hell to pay
for the kindness of sleep.

That
broken
night. Saying
good-bye to
tangled light.

It was a dark ride,
where trees are ghosts,
or parading sentinels.

 

 

Found Poetry Source: “Flowers In The Attic” by VC Andrews, pg 43-45

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