Caren Krutsinger Poet Free verse

The Wrong Place At the Right Time

Diabolical laughter
coming from the hereafter
I feel absolute fear
As my guide brings me near…
You have some qualms? He asks.
I hand him my flask.
Anything else to reveal?
I watch the door slowly unseal.
I smell barbeque and burning meat.
This dream truly ain’t so sweet.

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Gershon Wolf April 7, 2021 at 6:20 PM Thank God (or the Devil) that you weren't shown 'Door #2,' Caren!... Great rhyme there: 'Diabolical laughter...hereafter.' Sweet. :) gw Caren Krutsinger April 8, 2021 at 11:16 AM I am so lucky....even in my dreams!

David Kavanagh April 7, 2021 at 1:20 PM You sure come up with some great ones Caren, but this is exceptional, smelling barbecued possibly human meat in a dream, from the gates of hell, yep it’s a bad trip as they used to say, hope your keeping well, cheers David, ps thank you for the placement in your contest, I enjoyed writing for it. Caren Krutsinger April 7, 2021 at 5:24 PM I have to admit this one wrote itself.

L Milton Hankins April 7, 2021 at 1:04 PM oh, my, Caren. What a nightmare! I hope you awakened to the sweet smell of coffee brewing! Caren Krutsinger April 7, 2021 at 5:25 PM I never do. We make one cup at a time here, not as delightful.

Judy Ball April 7, 2021 at 3:03 AM WoW! What nightmare! Hope it wasn't a real nightmare you had. Good write. If I had a dream like that I would go to prayer right away. God Bless my friend. JB Caren Krutsinger April 7, 2021 at 5:25 PM It is fiction.