| Eily Nash Oct 30 | Black Dog lays curled up, soothed to sleep by the fire of creation alight in your belly. He is content knowing the flames will die down, and hot coals will become embers that turn to ashes and dust. You sense the fire going out and know he is beginning to stir by the amorphous feeling of unease in the pit of your stomach. No flames to keep him at bay. He languorously stretches. A low guttural growl serves as a warning he is about to awake, with quiet dread you know he will spring free and prowl through the dark caverns of your mind, seeking to savage your psyche. Will you be able to appease him, lull him back to sleep? An endless, age old battle 'twixt the Darkness and the Light. Image via Pixabay | | | |
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