Sunday 10 March 2013

Unbelievable



Unbelievable




He creeps stealthily into the dark,

eyes take in every eerie shadow.


He is one that holds no belief,

but listens...heart thrashing to…

the rustle and stifling chafe of sinister,

seeking to conquer any sense of disquiet.


Then it scrapped his ankle…knife sharp.

A bloodcurdling scream looms behind as he runs.

Until he sees in the mirror...complete dismissal,

concave cheeks, a shadow of his former self.


His fear is lost in the stench…

of the long departed remains of his mind.


©June Sciortino

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