Like Static
It crackles when I move
The atmosphere’s like static,
it crackles when I move
A misplaced word or action
Could light your angry fuse
.
Your eyes are dense and dark
Your mind is far but close
Enough to take offence
And I will pay the cost
.
I moderate my breathing
Fear has made it harsh
And the space between us shudders
To the pounding of my heart
.
Like a bomb that’s sitting dormant
But will soon begin to tick
You quake with held-in fury
It's nearly time to flip
.
I move away, but slowly
Through toxic, loaded air
If I can make it outside
There’ll be less static there
About the Creator
Matthew Batham
My stories have been published in numerous magazines and on websites in both the UK and the US. My novels and short story collection, Terrifying Tales to Read on a Dark Night, are available on Amazon. I also love horror movies.
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