Through This Wicked Valley
Crude, earthy murmurs
Slip through the shadows,
Grotesque shapes that
Dance like wildfire
On the edges.
Trying to hide
The acrid fear
Ripping through,
I paste on a nonchalant façade.
Chin up, face smooth,
Praying it fools
The pack of wolves
Chomping at the bit
To taste my weakness.
Give me safe passage
Through this wicked valley
To the paradise beyond.
Posted at Three Word Wednesday
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