Friday, October 10, 2014

The Scariest

Eye lids clenched,
closed tight against the
rambling horrors
of night.

The not knowing,
the unknown,
the dark,
the silence.

Reaching out for
a helping hand that
isn’t there. No comfort
or quarter found.

Panic, confusion,
stumbling, screaming,
breathless, all

Pin-pricks of fear,
setting skin on fire,
as creaks and moans
get louder.

What’s down the hall?
What’s under the bed?
What’s in the closet?
Is it all in my head?

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