Would I Scream
I am driving to school in the dark this morning
Skinny bare branches moving ominously over my car get my attention
What if they were not branches, but a dead man’s hands?
I visualize him hanging by his feet, ropes tied around his ankles
His gaping wide mouth terrorizes me as I think of his anguish
If his fingers grazed the top of my windshield, would I scream?
Where do you get this stuff? Trixie, my opinionated muse asks.
I stick my tongue out at her.
We have that kind of relationship.
Copyright © Caren Krutsinger | Year Posted 2021
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