WinterWrites
A place for my muse to play
Feb 18, 2012
The Evil Thought
A deciduous thought slithers from his infectious brain
It slides through the caverns of black dreams
enveloping him like an erosion of manic acid rain
until he must act, until he must hear it scream.
©JV/2011
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