Blood red, myFingers dripWith wantingWhat runs away—So far.I chase you like aLike an owl. Quiet as the nightI swoop downHoping to catch youOnce more,Under the moonlight.We dance our—Last dance.Because tonightYou are caught—In me.And no matter how hard you fight,Claw or beg—You are just a mouse.And you cannot scream.Blood red, myFingers dripNot with my blood,But yours,… Continue reading Creature of the Night
Author: Audrey Schmidt
Audrey hates writing so much, in fact it's become the only thing she seems to be able to express herself through. All though other communication would be great so would a lot of things. Audrey copes with grief of losing her mom to suicide in poems her mother will never get to read. Audrey is trying to put herself out there and actually try something for once. She hopes for someone, even one person, to enjoy her work.