Sitting in the forest alone
on a rotten wooden stump
I wait for Big Benny in the dark.
The crickets hum, then chirp, then scream.
Thornbushes stare with glowing eyes.
An owl swoops down in front of me
killing my only friend.
"Big Benny will be here soon,"I tell the night
but it does not seem to hear.
Its ears are stuffed with shadows and beasts
and the ugliness in my heart.
A faint cracking in the trees
plays upon my fears.
The cracking turns to snapping
the snapping to stomping
breaking and tearing
The crickets stop screaming
the night has stopped dreaming
Big Benny has finally come.
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Rotten Pleasantness: Dark & Strange Poems and Prose
PoetryMy first chapbook is full of things dark and strange. These 24 poems and flash pieces work to demonstrate the loss of innocence to the dark forces surrounding us. The reader is invited on a journey through childhood nostalgia, teenage awkwardness...
