Can not be scarier
than what we can imagine.
Though the dark helps.
The shapes we give to
moans. Each clank
of something we’ve chained
out of sight.
The wail of any material
left out in the wind.
Can not be scarier
than what we can imagine.
Though the dark helps.
The shapes we give to
moans. Each clank
of something we’ve chained
out of sight.
The wail of any material
left out in the wind.
Common Poem 