by Carrie K. Hutchens

The shadows follow into the night, brushing against the moment and cloaking in a chill of foreboding and rambling whispers.

A lone star mocks.

A chirp betrays.

A breeze moans.

Darkness dances and whirls in a haunting silence — the tune long forgotten — the steps mimicking and purposeless.

A fox cringes.

A bird soars in terror.

A cloud wanders.

A town sits alone and frightened in its despair of life that was, but now only memories burning and bitter in hopelessness.

Yesterday calls.

The night cries.

A tree falters.

The shadows follow into the night, brushing against the moment and cloaking in a chill of foreboding and rambling whispers, as the blasts come closer… closer… closer… until they are heard no more.

(c) 2015 Carrie K. Hutchens
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