The waves are churning.

    My face is burning.

    What’s coming for me?

    I don’t want to see.

    It rises from the deep

    when all are fast asleep.

    The Dead come ashore.

    For me, they’ve come for.

    There’s nowhere to run or hide.

    I refuse to take their side.

    The Dead will not win.

    They’re dripping with sin.


2 thoughts on “DRIPPING WITH SIN

  1. The Owl Lady May 19, 2018 / 8:16 am

    Fabulous! I read “The Dead Game” years ago, and these poems make me want to read it again!
    Hugz on owl wings! @v@ ❤

    Liked by 1 person

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