Clickity Clack

***This poem was inspired by the photo prompt on The Haunted Wordsmiths’s Fiction Prompt-June 1***

 

Clickity clack

don’t look back

you never know 

what it is you will see.

Warned you were

more than once

to not walk these streets

alone

at night

within the dark pools of light.

Clickity clack

don’t look back

you can hear 

can you not

the blade drawing near?

Beads of sweat

glisten at your brow

your breath

hitched

caught in fear.

Clickity clack

don’t look back

danger is near

hot breath 

on your neck.

Screams of terror

eaten by the night

no one can hear

and if they did

no one would care

for you knew.

Clickity clack

don’t look back

tempted fate you did

falling prey to the culling knife

pretty pretty girl

warned you were.

©June 1/19