Linda's Poetry Journal: Little Fury

Friday, April 27, 2007

Little Fury

Little fury and I, each a survivor. The darkness of night has no hold over us. Littly fury wraps her tail around my wrist, rest her head on my shoulder. We each spread out wings in anticipation of the sweet, sweet blood of night terrors. Sign in to see full entry.

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