Endings or Beginnings

death stares
your cold eyes
icy hard
drill through my head
penetrating my core
a laser beam
red hot
crippling my thoughts
paralysing my limbs

to not care
my only salvation

so I don’t

and I am free

Dawn Whitehand Conte Crayon

Conte Crayon on Handmade Paper

 

© Dawn Whitehand 2015

 

 

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