Leaves
swirling and dancing
littered in the curb;
darkness
creeping through skeletal branches
wearing evening clothes
top hat akilter.;
earth
musty scent
creeping upon the senses
shadows lusting
after glimmering light
horror stories
told
next to a burning fire;
shadows dance
huddle together
pray that there is nothing out there,
nothing that would want
such young succulent flesh.
Creeping up on silent soles
face coved in zombie gore
reach out
poke the nearest
watch them scream
flee
while me?
I am dying laughing.
©July 18/22
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The Wonderful and Wacky World of One Single Mom 
hyena
pissed ya missed
ya pantz
eh? pfft!
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