She waits.
Like a mouse
waiting in a darkened corner,
first hearing the cat
tread lightly on the ground.
Then seeing only the tips of the whiskers
catch a faint, far-away light…
and slowly, more and more of the
terror appears before its eyes.
Like the phone call
that jolts you from your
la-la daydream.
Shoots you back in time
months ago,
burrows under layers and layers
of your carefully hardened heart.
Dully eats away at all
you’ve put behind.
Something is stirring.
Ominous and foreboding,
but she reaches
towards the headlights of this
runaway truck
much the same as a
moth is drawn
to the lamp.
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Submission Name: Flickers (Pt. 1)
