Lisa Kilhefner and George Anastos

George Anastos
Inspiration piece

Lisa Kilhefner

The night stands still; horizon rolls along
the fog. You’re hiding, crouching low, it feels
like light may not be yours to hold for long.
You can’t turn down the midnight. Watch it steal
the heart that beats behind your eyes.

It’s fear, not feeling, that you cannot see.
I know that you can’t see me anymore,
not anymore.


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