The Only Silver

We press onward
through the night,
hands clasped,
sleepstepping through
nightmare marshes,
leading one another,
blind and deaf
and breathing in the scent
of blood and moonlight,
the only silver
that can touch us
without leaving a scar.

Advertisements

Talk back to me. Trust me; I'm listening.

Fill in your details below or click an icon to log in:

WordPress.com Logo

You are commenting using your WordPress.com account. Log Out / Change )

Twitter picture

You are commenting using your Twitter account. Log Out / Change )

Facebook photo

You are commenting using your Facebook account. Log Out / Change )

Google+ photo

You are commenting using your Google+ account. Log Out / Change )

Connecting to %s