December 15, 2020 Stalking, Striking Stalking the corridors of my bones, Anxiety eats the shadows— And grows. Striking first, striking last, shiv in hand, Fear descends— And devours. Yesterday was not good. Today will be better. Until tomorrow… Chloe Share this:TwitterFacebookRedditPocketMoreEmailPinterestTumblrLinkedInLike this:Like Loading... Related