Just up the lane, about two blocks
from the beach, hides an alley,
dark and foreboding. By day,
you'd no doubt walk right by, eyes
forward, as you follow sea-green scents
to the shore where flocks of gulls
frolic above the frothy surf,
and pewter sands warm in the sun.
Enjoy the surf, but at dusk, best gather yourself
and head home. The sea is eternal; she can afford to
squander time that you don't have to waste. As you
make your way back, eyes forward, make haste
past the alley that hides two blocks up.
Deep within its intractable darkness, in a box
just large enough to accommodate, lies Evil,
its immortal heart beating in anticipation of night, and
you.
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I'm participating in
Wordle 54 on The Sunday Whirl. The challenge is to write a piece using the words below, taken from
Blackberry by Sylvia Plath.
This is also linked in at
dVerse Poetics - Vampires.