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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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