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  • Writer's pictureRhiannon Bird


Updated: Jul 28, 2023

lonely winds, busted windows

steady breaths, the only sound

silent steps, flickering eyes

sound of creaking, standing frozen

another creak, not alone

slowing moving, creeping forward

heart beating, quietly hiding

hands shaking, eyes shut tight

heavy steps, two sets of breaths

can’t be found, too much at stake

hooded eyes, malicious grin

scanning room, finding nothing

danger leaving, fear lingers

cautiously crawling, no more threat

no more risk, no more peril

deserted town, alone once more

First published by Scar Publications in Down in the Dirt Volume 164 then again in The Flickering Light (a collection of 2019 January to June issues)

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