Dec 2018
The drowning time is near
storm of black winged clouds
in capes of billowing grey you loom
while ravens swoop and claw
I hide myself in the wooded hollows of my room
my mind goes running in the rain, reflections
cut by shards of window glass and tears
all the storms that come to push me through
the lingering of my fears.
CA Guilfoyle
Written by
CA Guilfoyle  F/Portland, OR -Tucson, AZ
(F/Portland, OR -Tucson, AZ)   
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     lovejunkie, Fawn and Vanessa Gatley
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