SAFETY
- Dark Poets Club

- 3 days ago
- 1 min read
By Annie Dawid

“They never bombed when it thundered.”
Her tales of Blitz resonate inside me now.
God, cradling us in dark arms –
the comfort of severity –
speaks in rumbling tongues,
cracks echo down marbled halls,
soothing as no human can
or would
or will
– covers me in sheets of rain.



