The Cricket’s Song

My heart races

My breathing quickens

My bare feet hit the drenched pavement

The sound of boots echo from behind

An eerie message that I’m not alone

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“The street lights become scarce. The dark atmosphere is void of all sounds.” Photo of: Emma Rothe. Photo By: Caroline Leggett

 

The street lights become scarce

The dark atmosphere is void of all sounds

Like a vacuum sucking up all that once was

Cement turns to dirt

Blood mixes with polluted water

Foreboding trees loom over my slowly fatiguing body

Roots grab hold of my feet

Like a black widow elopes it prey

 

Silence

The wind dares not breathe

The crickets renounce all music

The rain turns to mist

Silence

A twig sings out in pain

 

Fear

Fear is the poison that paralyzes the soul

Fear sings in my veins

Fear beads on my brow

But death

Death knocks on my Soul’s door

Before violently entering

Death caresses my Soul in its icy hands

Thu Thump

My Soul cries

Thump

Drowning in its own red tears

Thu

The crickets begin to sing