Photo by Olivia D Bryant
The lights flicker in warning once, then vanish;
Rain and wind whip the branches against the
Glass in a spiteful rhythm that causes my heart to
Pause then accelerate in patterns of sheer chaos.
I struggle with the matchbox, losing its contents
To the cool wooden planks beneath my bare feet.
Falling to my hands and knees, I grope in the void
Of darkness to retrieve at least one of the small
Wooden pieces of courage before the blackness
Swallows me......a creak in the floor just a few
Paces to my left immobilizes any rational thoughts;
I am enveloped in fear. A flash of light from afar
Illuminates the house for a second....what was
That I saw? The booming from above solicits a dry
Sob from my throat and the lightning provides
Temporary vision yet again......my line of sight is
Focused, fueled by curiosity overpowering my dread.
The air in the room is more chilled than my blood while
I remain frozen....mutely watching their spectre dance.
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