Descending
Darkness, darkness descending
Doom impending
gloom as unholy hands grasp
my shivering soul,
drag me down
I scratch at the ground
To keep myself afloat.
But it’s not enough
in your burning eyes.
How could I trust
This hallowed ground
That threatened to swallow me,
and threw me to the street
As darkness leaked
from the very foundation.
BIO
Baylee Wagner has a Bachelor’s in Creative Writing from Southern New Hampshire University. She’s had a short story published in Cryptid Culture Magazine and a poem published in Polaris Literary Magazine. She’s currently pursuing an MFA in Creative Writing through SNHU.
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