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Spooked !

Spooked !

Unknown alleyways
Where slanting darkness
Camouflages corners and discovers threat
Lost in a maze
Of dead end shadows from fickle moon
Dissembles direction
Turning left
Straight ahead
Turning right

The tourist map of instinct
Points north
But thinks the exit
Lays south
To edged near a wall
Hangs a screeching gate 
Pensive listening for its winded clue
Leaves dumb devices of panic
Marching on raised pulses

Time walks around
The implacable bricks
Menacing the insecurity of its passing
By footsteps echoing
As they repeat their searching
Way
Out
Way
Out
Find
The
Way 
OUT

Eyes survey for some recognisable shade
Desperate to reconstruct
Confidence
As it trickles away on every stride
The eerie dog fox call barks 
On hairy standing chills
Down a shivered neck
Shuddered spine
Stay calm
Way 
Out
Way
Out
Way
Out
Find
The
Way
OUT

With outstretched hands
Stumbling blind on creeping fingers
They begin to stir
Clammy cold sweat
The soup of fear
In its wet snarling teeth and demon eyes
With bristled fur comes sneaking
Hunger
Primordial animal
Wants to get out of here

Touches cold metal
Creeks the gate
Iron bars hang awkward

But wait

Take your time

Breath the spooky

Calmly push past the rustling walling thing

When the moon breaks

Out

Outside

Way

Out.

Copyright © | Year Posted 2009




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Date: 6/30/2009 6:37:00 AM
Colin, could you check your soup mail? Thanks. xoxo
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Date: 1/21/2009 5:36:00 AM
This feels like a psychotic dream sequance to me - spooky indeed! Yikes, get out!!! thank goodness for that miss moon. love, Kristin
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Date: 1/20/2009 1:18:00 PM
Whoa. This takes me right into a Stephen King book. You captured that panicky, claustrophobic I gotta get out of here feeling, and so much more. So love that stuff. Creepy good, make that creepy excellent! Love, Shar
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Date: 1/20/2009 12:53:00 PM
Whoa baby I like this, "marching on raised pulses" what a great line Sir Colin. Wonderfully creepy. Laurie
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