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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