Dread Katherine Thinkings and poems Nov 19, 2021Nov 19, 2021 1 Minute I felt the. coldest fingers touch my soul A remnant of the horror,a lost call Share this: Print (Opens in new window) Print Email a link to a friend (Opens in new window) Email TweetShare on TumblrMore Share on WhatsApp (Opens in new window) WhatsApp Like Loading... Related Published by Katherine Poetry writer and author View all posts by Katherine Published Nov 19, 2021Nov 19, 2021
How my heart speaks 