The Things from the Ocean
They walk at night
Close your eyes as the sun sets to keep the glare from blinding you. Start.
Thump. Thump. Thump.
“All of our worries were born from the shadows,” we whispered.
Thump. Thump. Thump.
Sit and pound on the windows through the night, pray the sun rises fast throughout the year.
Thump. Thump. Thump.
But winter is coming. The night grows long and cold, but still the people have to pound.
Thump. Thump. Thump.
The silence shows weakness, like a gentle beacon for the creatures that rose from the depths.
Thump. Thump. Thump.
Pray it doesn’t rain. They grow viscous with rain.
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Darby S. Fisher
Young and tired writer of all sorts of things.
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