The feint ringing
like a distant dental drill.
Chiselling
into the jaws of midnight.
The still silence
split by the moan
the insistent drone of insects out to bite.
The wail of alarms,
when no building is being entered,
no one is around,
only the oily shadows,
and the night terrors
stalking across every inch of this town.
It itches. Inside.
Somewhere between
the blood vessels
and the organs. It hides.
Beside the
miniscule veins
and the fluid that navigates
the internal drains.
It squirms
through the body's sewer system,
like scurrying rats, spiralling
spinning in mass confusion.
Tickling through the central cortex,
Through the nervous system.
Leaving only goosebumps
standing erect.
Your brain knows.
It fears what lurks
in the shadows.
For fear is just knowledge
of what may come to pass,
if you and this being
were to cross paths.
Your brain knows.
It fears the things
that may cause pain.
It knows not to
hold onto a hot pan,
or stand still in a field
during thundery rain,
It knows to steer clear of high places,
and the fear inside knows
that this sound is there to bait us.
Like a sniper calling from his firing lair,
to draw us outside, into the open air.
Ready to put some bullets
into the atmosphere.
Sit tight. Keep clear of windows
when you hear this sound at night.
Close your eyes, block out the fake light.
Don't give in to fight or flight,
neither is right.
You can't beat or out run it,
so, instead sit tight and wait
until sunlight or you will wind up dead.
Thanks for reading
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