Sour
In the night
those tiny hairs
stand erect
at attention on my neck
Eyes darting from
lights undisturbed movement
Gulp almost in audible
under the racing muscles thrum
Noises unnoticed in the sunlights charm
Now bring visages of predestined harm
Dark scurries into shadow
Is there someone there ?
a pause expectant of reply
listening as the sound bounces
and breaks
stranding me in the silence
Floorboards give a gentle rasp
as my sight fumbles in the shadows
does the dark look back
Copyright © Christopher Quigley | Year Posted 2019
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