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Tuesday, 28 October 2014

Ashen Grace

Cold sweats...
her slumber stirs;
moths trapped inside ribcage 
Iced finger-tips trace down her spine 
...she waits

Breath quick;
eyes tightly shut
...paralysed; struck by fear 
Heartbeat amplified; deafening
...he's near

Clutching
her heart in throat...
her sanity unfurls
Draws blood with fingernails... her screams
...unheard

Day dawns
the night has gone
...she lies in ashen grace
Cold...yet clearly her fear still etched 
on face

© Debbie Razey 2014

Art by Maja Topcagic