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Hidden.
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.

Hidden.

 
 

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Reviewed by Regis Auffray 5/22/2007
Dark and powerful, Theresa. I love it. Thank you. Love and peace to you,

Regis
Reviewed by Paul Berube 4/24/2007
Theresa,

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.



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