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Category: Writing and Poetry
Monochromatic moon lit waves of lawn,
decades unkept, flow in whispering breeze like wild wheat.
Car stalled in a failed attempt to violate the law: You can never go home.
The old gray shack of my youth is barely discernible
behind the growth.
Presence detected- something creeping in the overgrown-
Can I make it to the car before- ?
Swift answer: “No.”
Path to car has been intercepted, leaving no choice but: run.
Not looking back, feeling the thing gaining on my winded old carcass,
I know I will not survive.
I feel the warmth of its fetid feral breath
on my neck.
Guttural growl-
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