Frightened Poem

Kwyjibo
Kwyjibo Posts: 662
edited July 2005 in Poetry, Prose, Music & Art
Tonight there is something sinister in the air.
I can feel it in the dust, sticky and sheer.
The wicked walkers flick their ashes.
And through the smoke they smell my fear.

The sweet streetlight flickers like a strobe
and they are right in front of me,
though I never see them move.

The sweet streetlight finally pops away,
and the only light is the glowing eyes.
Not red, like you'd expect,
and their clothing isn't black.

The ones that hurt you the most
are the ones dressed in white.
The most remarkable thing about you standing in the doorway, is that its you, and that you're standing in the doorway.

I write down good reasons to freeze to death in my spiral ring notebook. But in the long tresses of your hair--I am a babbling brook.

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