The Big Tent prompt this week was to write a scary poem. Scary really isn’t my thing, and I couldn’t think of anything to write about, until this really did happen last night. That’s about as eerie as I can deal with!
In the Night
It was a dark and stormy night…
(It really was a dark and stormy night.)
Suddenly, the lights flickered once, faded,
flickered again, and were extinguished,
engulfing the room in total darkness.
She couldn’t decide which was more frightening:
the sudden silence when all familiar
household noises ceased, or the thin wail of sirens
in the distance, one, two, three, four. Afterward,
there was only silence and darkness— darkness
so complete, it swallowed the moonlight.
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