My Hell

by Brittany McDonald
(Lake Ann)

Around, all around, the shadows gather.
My dread grows as the dagger of your
words falls against my naked soul.
It smites me, and darkly my essence drips
to the wicked earth that is my prison.
In a strange and terrible glee I cry out
while Death's shadows surrounds me.
Now alone, my reverent cries fall upon
uncaring ears.

This is my Hell.

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