by Carrie K. Hutchens
The shadows follow into the night, brushing against the moment and cloaking in a chill of foreboding and rambling whispers.
A lone star mocks.
A chirp betrays.
A breeze moans.
Darkness dances and whirls in a haunting silence — the tune long forgotten — the steps mimicking and purposeless.
A fox cringes.
A bird soars in terror.
A cloud wanders.
A town sits alone and frightened in its despair of life that was, but now only memories burning and bitter in hopelessness.
Yesterday calls.
The night cries.
A tree falters.
The shadows follow into the night, brushing against the moment and cloaking in a chill of foreboding and rambling whispers, as the blasts come closer… closer… closer… until they are heard no more.
(c) 2015 & 2022 Carrie K. Hutchens
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