Your poem is chilling. How do you do that? Your word choices always impress me.

Tales of fear remain, even,
after many years; 
then I hear 
whispering from
the burrow, 
sulfur eyes glowing in
the darkness, 
staring and stalking at 
every bend as 
I scour for a way out — 
now at zero hour.
The Underworld Restlessly Sings
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Douglas Lim
Deb Palmer
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Oct 13, 2023
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Your poem is chilling. How do you do that? Your word choices always impress me.
Thanks for tagging me, I'm thinking about it. :)
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Written by Deb Palmer
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