Sunday, 6 March 2016

Prologue 2

(NB. Moving on about half a mile away, this second chapter is sat on St Anne's Square building more and more hints about this threat) 

On most days
You wouldn’t see her
Sat outside
The exchange
Looking to space

Reddening her tears
In the sunset
Of the thickened air

Drawing nearer
And near until dusk

Rising with emotion
Furrowed deep with fear
That stripped away
With the clock

Wondering whether
It would be her turn
That night. 

1 comment:

  1. Hi Andy I can send you my Ghost 3 if that's ok..