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Nightmare from the Headlines

By Veronica ColdironPublished 9 months ago 1 min read
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Of the night, there is a sound.

Something evil is winding down.

I hear the wind whine through the trees

As a tangible blackness begins to breathe.

I turn, it moves, in that corner of dark.

The neighbor’s dog begins to bark.

I rise from the sheets, forgetting my glamour,

But as I grope for the phone it drops into clamor.

Back to my bed and my sheets secure.

I’m watching that corner, just to be sure.

I think it watches, but why would he stay?

If I close my eyes, it might go away.

(Observer’s Narrative)

Morning comes, the plague is gone.

Yet his memory lingers on.

He took with him, a virgin’s life,

Upon the steel of a bloody knife.

Her soul will forever haunting be.

And her body?

Covers down, the hanging arm,

the stare…

that does not see.

surreal poetry

About the Creator

Veronica Coldiron

I'm a mild-mannered project accountant by day, a free-spirited writer, artist, singer/songwriter the rest of the time. Let's subscribe to each other! I'm excited to be in a community of writers and I'm looking forward to making friends!

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  • Cathy holmes19 days ago

    Oh my. Beautifully written, but heinous indeed.

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