Wednesday, June 12, 2019

Diabolique


It’s an unusually dark night.
The shadows
seep into the warmth of the earth.
The beetles
plunge deeper into the rotting flesh.
The beasts tremble in their dens. 
The air is as still as rock
waiting in anticipation.
The waves and the waters are frozen.  
 
The moon howls.

Millions of bats drop to the ground,
into an ocean of muted crickets.
The eyes are blinded
and the skin sputters at the first touch of evil.

The frost
takes over.

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