Midnight Writer: The Poet Edition 2

Moans the wind “I want, I want”

Through the trees in the dark of night

It draws its’ greedy fingernails

Down my spine as I try to write.

“I want, I want,” the wind moans

Around my house like a petulant child

It seeps into my troubled dreams

While outside the night turns wild.

“I want, I want,” moans the wind

Like a bleak nightmarish thing

And wraps its frigid fingers ’round me

To carry off on Deaths black wing.

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About Morgan Maria D'Isidoro

Morgan Maria D'Isidoro has lived in Baltimore, MD for most of her life, saving a handful of failed escape attempts. Given the murder rates, she'll probably die here too. Morgan is a writer of speculative fiction and poetry, a musician of dubious quality, cat aficionado, art history fangirl, kitchen sorceress, recovering pyromaniac, accomplished liar, and an all around person of questionable employability.
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