Monday, January 23, 2006
Dread
When fear is buried 
it germinates and 
what snakes out of fertile soil 
to smother all you ever knew are 
heavily entangled vines of dread. 
Everything withers away under a kudzu cloak, 
dies beneath the weight of its ever growing shade.
Even the things you love.
congenital heart defect, 
poetry
posted by Erin @ 
5:05 PM  
      
         
     
 
 
