Descent ~ #MondayBlogs

Blood pooling
heavy in itself
weighing down
the limbs
Sound vanishes
and sight narrows
to a dark horizon
where dawn
will shatter
the mountain tops
the moon casts
its strange desert spell
as the hills wind
ever upward
and I fight forward
always set
to outrun myself
for my anonymous win

– Caroline A. Slee

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