by Theresa ann curnow
Tuesday, April 24, 2007
Rated "PG13" by the Author.
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The darkness falls fast and clammy
amid the grey of the gathering clouds
and the sun hides its hard heat
behind the dancing horizon,
the shadows taking on shimmering life
in the midst of the entwined trees
as their branches move like
skeletal fingers, the leaves hissing
in the stiffening breeze.
I walk fast and edgy, hands
damply clenching, my hair long in my
face, my skin sticky from fear
because I know what lies in the shadows
watching me, wanting me,
craving me, my life's sweetness.
Sleeping all day, ready for the night
the taste of copper hot on its breath
skin cold and clammy, touch of the dead.
My breath it comes quick as
the leaves whisper and move
and I smell death in the dank air,
dry and fetid like the earth
under my fleeing feet.
I turn eyes wide, glistening
and see it in the hissing trees.
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|Reviewed by Regis Auffray
|Dark and powerful, Theresa. I love it. Thank you. Love and peace to you,
|Reviewed by Paul Berube
Quite eerie and gloomy. I can picture the many limbs reaching out to punish me for something I swear I didn't do. Sort of a gantlet. I can feel my legs moving like hell but my body's going nowheres. I love your use of words. Always, Paul.