sand
at the back of the throat
chords strung taut
bloated tongue, swells
says nothing.
time
runs through the hourly glass
empty now
confession calls
tell nothing.
life
sands of time spilling out
dunes shifting
time, after all
is nothing.
Written in response to Sadje’s What Do You See #46 photo prompt.
Image credit: Dan Grinwis – Unsplash
Dark trees, darkened house,
sense of dread inside your head.
Go on, step softly, lest he hear you
What goes on inside that house?
Light spills out, a shadow moves
Hold your breath, keep still, keep calm!
The light grows stronger, pulls you near.
Sense of dread inside your head.
You look up, the figure beckons.
Sense of dread inside your head.
Gripped by his gaze he draws you in.
Sense of dread inside your head.
You venture onward, up the stairs.
Sense of dread inside your head.
Dark trees, darkened house,
no longer have that sense of dread?
Come closer now, you’re almost there
Welcome to the vampire’s lair!
Written in response to Sadje’s What Do You See #31 photo prompt.
Image credit: Art Tower on Pixabay
