FLAILing against dark bodies, a moment whose dreams will leave me panic-
GAUNT. One moment asleep, the next fighting the unseen.
SMELL the skirmishers, yes, but ours or theirs?
SHONE the light next morning: a third of my brothers missing at roll.
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Love “panic-gaunt.” That’s a great phrase.
Also, been meaning to say: do feel free to link over to your blog from your posts here, like you do on Twitter. Appreciate having a prompt to visit your blog!
Images also welcome.
Thank you, Steven!
This one is chilling. Well done.
Ty, Sharlyn!