Darkness came early on a chilly winter's day.
Two more logs for the fire to burn til the morning.
Flannel clothing I dress to warm my flesh.
I crawl into bed and blow out my night table candle.
Under my covers I rest my mind from wandering thoughts.
In a few minutes my breathing slows, my eyes heavy, I succumb to a tiring body. I sleep. I sleep deep.
As night's stars dance to past the time, my mind wakes to alert that something's not right.
I wake and wait for my eyes to adjust. The darkness reveals familar shadows.
My mind speaks, cold feet... cold feet.
I stare and try hard to focus. The shadows still dark. Not revealing its secrets. I have no choice but to wait.
I wiggle my cold feet, still hidden in darkness. Another log, an after thought. As too, tuck the blanket in you fool. Cold feet... too late.
The darkness in focus. It won't leave the edge of my bed.
And now one foot I see. I wiggle. Another foot I see and I wiggle. My blanket. It was. The culprit.
But wait the darkness does not leave. It takes form. A body and head. Two eyes red, looking back at me. My cold breath now frozen. Mouth drawn. No motion.
And I watch in winter's night, frozen stiff, as his breath blows over my feet. My cold feet. I will not get any sleep. For I have cold feet.
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In Shadows They Hide - Poetry Devoted to Darkness and Fear
HorrorA collection of dark poems relating to Darkness, Fear and the Unexplained in attempts to thrill you! I hope you enjoy reading this as much as I enjoyed conjuring!
