Thursday, 1 November 2018

Whisper

Hush now
Stay quiet
The dark
Is approaching in shadows
Shush my dear
And hark
As it whispers through the trees

Speak not
Silence
Pretend
That you're not there
Creak sounds
Branches bend
And you weaken at the knees

Still yourself
Don't move
It hears
And waits to pounce
Chill creeps
Rising fears
Bones begin to freeze

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