Deja Vue
25 November 2021
I have been here when I was young.
Dead bears, wolves howling, wooden stairs, wooden legs.
Nights alone.
At my heels slavering death.
Gasping, failing breath.
Trembling, remembering their eyes.
Falling into the abyss.
This time will I awake?
Dec 1, 2021
Dec 1, 2021 at 9:25 AM UTC
Deja Vue
25 November 2021
I have been here when I was young.
Dead bears, wolves howling, wooden stairs, wooden legs.
Nights alone.
At my heels slavering death.
Gasping, failing breath.
Trembling, remembering their eyes.
Falling into the abyss.
This time will I awake?