[Poem] Shadows

(A short horror poem)


The air crackles, like a wool blanket

Breath barely visible in the dark

Moon full above light piercing the clouds

The sky feels close

Pressing in among the trees

It’s too quiet

It’s too still

Shapes among the trees

Noiseless move in the shadows

Or are they shadows?

They are not shaped like people

They are not deer

They are too rounded

They’ve too many limbs

We light a second fire

Closer to the treeline

Unsure what else to do.



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