My mom said the last poem I posted had a Twilight Zone vibe to it. This one might have that vibe also. This poem is also based on a dream I had. I guess I've kind of been in a dark space. LOL
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My phone buzzes
Waking me from an afternoon nap.
I say hello, my voice quiet and rough with sleep.
Listen to me, he says with urgency.
Take the baby and leave right away.
They are coming for you and
They will hurt you.
I've made a terrible mistake and
I can't pay and
They are coming.
A jolt of understanding.
An unexpected sound.
An unfamiliar tread on the stairs.
Down the hall, my son cries.
They are here.
2 comments:
You really need an apple!
I could totally see you expanding this concept into a short story!
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