dark mounds conspiring.
Gaping spaces in tooth-torn trees
become mouths in silent screams.
Distant light falters, obscured
by clawed hands of weaving limbs.
With fierce-nugget eyes cats
slink by, brush my skin—
I shudder the length of fear,
hairs probing the air for omens.
One foot marks the porch edge:
inches to safety or the last walk.
Terror lies taut—eyeless, inward. Beast
awakening knows where the knives keep.
Published in From the Depths, Haunted Waters Press, September 2012
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