This is my entry for October is Chilling. All the words I used is in Bold.
The camp fire licked
frost nipped ground
as Alice poked it.
She sat alone
on a half dead log in a forest
where wind wheezed
through damp leaves
made music.
The chilling air hugged
her fingers.
She wasn't a fan
of lying on dirt patches
in a makeshift structure,
but it was worse
when dirt
became a rock of chipped ice
from half formed footprints
and their tent was
a walk in freezer.
Alice shook her head,
which gave new places
for the air to bite.
The mystery of the town
next door to their camp site
was too big for her or
her traveling news crew
to pass up.
A creature haunting,
some say even floating
through the town
between the witching hour
of three. These who became
the victim of losing someone
all said the same thing.
The creature was made of shadows,
too dark to see through.
It's the best Halloween news
story they've covered to date.
Alice struck the camp fire
and sparks flew, shadows flickered
and curled around pine trees.
It would be if
her crew hurried up.
Meals needed to be cooked
plans needed to be discussed.
Where were they?
She thought.
Collecting fire wood
shouldn't take this long?
YOU ARE READING
Dear: Hell
PoetryThe elevator broke now death played with you all night. - Hell's Deal ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ Sometimes monsters are real, sometimes Hell is fictional, but both have impacted many lives. So, take seat with some coffee and enjoy this poetry collection.
