Robin Brown Poet Free verse

The Midnight Curriculum

The midnight bell chimed through
the empty halls.
Dust settled softly over trophies
on the walls. 
Lockers slammed shut with a 
metallic, sudden boom.
As freezing air flooded inside the 
history room.

Footsteps echoed sharply down
the dim West Wing.
Through no one was there to hear
the sirens sing.
A phantom chalkboard wrote a
single name in red.
The roster of the students who
were long since dead.

I hid beneath the desk, my
breathing sharp and fast.
Trapped inside a prison built of a 
horrific past.
The heavy smell of smoke began
to choke the air.
As phantom fire crackled wildly 
down the stairs.

Then shadows stretched out from
the dark gymnasium floor.
And skeletal hands began to rattle
every door. 
The guidance counselor's door
swung slowly, widely wide.
Revealing teeth and glowing eyes
that waited deep inside.

The hallway lengthened out into a
endless maze.
As glowing red eyes locked into my
terrified gaze.

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