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The Evening Path Toward Midnight

The creature moved by the window with a shrunken face,
forty-seven ghosts and a witch crawling through the cemetery
whispered tales of dark happenings from within the dead horse’s skull
bleached, near the hollow graves, and the wolves attacked,
the nails came loose from the planks and spiders swarmed through
back into the empty house,
deep into the basement where the hammering came from…

She was transparent, except for sharp rows of teeth,
hungry and white, out of the woods in a coma,
butchered eyes in the parked car, sped away toward the fire station
with the ambulance, the corpses' candles went out…

The undertaker bled to death, the widow could not collect the insurance;
at the funeral he rose from the coffin, smiling, called their agent
on the phone; she clung to his waist as they disappeared in the trees,
stitched together like zombie eyes;

Following their trail I became dizzy and faint, blood running down my cheek,
a red pickup truck approached, I remembered-
a cannibal roamed the area…

I rested on a frozen stump, flesh hanging from the branches,
the migratory birds killing their young,
hunters with broken necks playing horseshoes,
passing dogs howling with the screams of demons…

The night was chilling, the cold waters deep,
my reflection shivered and moaned without me,
dead eyes beckoning me in further,
to become a tale told by the campfire
a shadow show by a severed hand lost in a car accident
hurrying through the traffic light on the edge of town…

The third floor was empty, except for the dead men;
the wind blew the shutters shut; the air grew thick and heavy in the dark.
Rattlings from the wedding trunk, a crack of thunder and a glance of lightening
illuminated the face behind the chest; I ran for the pew,
tripped on my robe; my soul was bare, then lifted high
I was carried down the evening path toward midnight.



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  • Wow such great imagery and yes this fits the title well! I could actually picture everything in my head.
    Thanks for fixing it and Thankd for entering!

  • Before ZI can even read this I must ask that you put the option you chose in your authors notes, please and thank you
  • Ooooo...spooky! You should make a scary movie that is actually scary. I have to admit I started laughing while reading this because I was listening to happy ass music...so I just broke down hysterically because paired with the music it became like a silent comedy movie. I read it again with no music and it was really good then too!


    • wbiro gold member
      June 17
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      it was stitched together from a children's scary story book, like zombie eyes...

  • NurseyPoo
    June 17

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    Awesome

    You did a great job of imagery as always. You took the reader and placed them in the middle of your vision. That is not an easy task. Good luck and keep amazing us with your talet.


    • wbiro gold member
      June 17
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      thanks, Poo- don't know about this one- its stitched together like zombie eyes... (hey, good line...)
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