Scrittura
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Scrittura

POETRY

Grendel’s Mother

The unnamed.

Photo by Adam Bixby on Unsplash

Deep in my heart
There is a beast.
Bolt the doors of your feasting halls.
I am harrowed by the sounds of singing.
I prowl, listlessly seeking silence.
Lights out and under chairs
Or I’ll find you all.

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