The Black Quiet
You can not see them
Not prove they are there
Shadows that creep, shadows that stare
You sink into your bed
Cover on your head
Beginning to sweat
something moved across the floor
Then you hear it
The black quiet at your door
Stronger than ever
It’s been many days
It knows who you are
There’s no escape
You tell yourself
Your not afraid
Your soul needs you to be brave
But beyond your witty charm
The black quiet touches your arm
Mortified, your blood runs cold
Your heart, it stops
Your shoulders sink, your body slumps
You try to scream but no sound comes
And in the window…
I am watching you!
Copyright © Tuesday Harmon | Year Posted 2023
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