Outside your Window –
Have you ever had evil imaginings,
awake or dreaming,
and confused the two?
A palpable scene,
with the texture of black silk covering
from head to toe,
wrapping around your neck as your breathing slowed?
The dark outside solidified against the glass
as something settled it’s gaze.
A pinprick of pressure to the skin at
the nape of the neck.
It’s waiting to be let in.
Your hand rises to the latch, as you wonder
at the horror that seeks you and the curiosity in
which you seek your own demise.
Perhaps this will be the night
you finally die.
by Philip Wardlow