Under strobing streetlights

 

Under the strobing streetlight,

flickering shadows

crawl in the dark night.

I see the figure.

Standing.

Skulking

just beneath.

At this hour,

who would be out

walking the street?

But then I remember that I too

am walking here.

Maybe it's just

another night owl I view

but I am full of fear.

 

Beneath

the broken streetlight,

shadows swirl

in menacing delight.

If I make it away

from here alive.

They will haunt

my dreams tonight.

I can't make out the shape,

it's too dark,

and the pulsing

rhythm of the glow

makes the shadows

sway to and fro

until I can't tell

if it's coming or going.

I just know that

I'm fearful

of the shapes

the light is throwing.

 

I go to cross the road

but the shadow

blend and seep

and really

will I be any safer.

10 feet over

the street?

But I don't want

to walk past,

nor turn my back.

I fear the figure

in the dark

will follow me

if I walk away.

So, I stand. I stay.

Transfixed,

by the shape

in the darkness.

 

 

 

 

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