By H.R. Parker

you hear my cry
as it crashes 
through the night 
I feel you 
coming darkly
made of earth
and ancient truths
my voice
my howl from the deep
has bled into you
seeped into your soul
making imprints of shadow
and desire 
words entangle
in the silence
I taste your hunger
and hesitation 
it floods hot 
all through me
into my veins
into the dark 
and hollow places
now alive

Heather R. Parker is a freelance writer, editor, and published poet from Georgia. She works as a writer and editor for the self-publishing platform Her work has been published by Nightingale & Sparrow Magazine, Analog Submissions Press, Friday Flash Fiction, Medium, and others. Heather lives in Georgia with her husband, son, and a menagerie of pets. In her spare time, you can find her doing yoga, taking long walks in the woods, birdwatching, or picking flowers in sun-dappled meadows. You can follow Heather’s writing on Instagram, Facebook ,and Fictionate.Me.

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