Thursday, September 29, 2016

ALONE



Walking alone in
a cemetery at night.
The mist swaying.
The wind moaning.
Shadows appearing.
Then disappearing.
Leading me somewhere. 
Or maybe following me.
A statue looms ahead.
A tall statue.
Taller than the mausoleums.
 It’s moving.
Coming closer.
Time to run.
Walking in a graveyard at night
may not have been such a good idea.
Ouch!
It scratched me!