Wednesday, October 22, 2014

Scatter

 Pale, stretched; drawn back.
Teeth bared in a dead smile.
Black pools, ink, seeing all.
Are you here with me?
They are all here.
Just behind you, walking, pacing.
Staring.
Don't turn around.

~J.A.D
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