tick-tock the hands roll
spinning out of control
pen stuck in a rut
bleeding ink into a cut
lecherous white face grins from the wall
your shadow lengthens, heavy to haul
bony fingers around your neck
too late to scream, too early to wreck
© 2018 Erna G.
Welcome.
I’m Erna, the writer and creator behind this space. I’m a creative business owner, lifelong lover of words, and a devoted cat lady. Slavic mythology sits at the heart of my work, and here you’ll find my poems, book reviews, retellings of old myths, and glimpses into my own books and writing journey.
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My poetry collection Beneath the Surface revolves around the secrets, weaknesses, and monsters that creep beneath the surface of the everyday existence. Go here to learn more!
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