There is always somewhere to hide away
When you are afraid or your heart is in pain
Under the bed is fine until they grab you by the leg
The feeling of claws ripping you out
It's worse than diving into the grave
So you move on to the closet
Darker, seemingly more comforting and safe
The second the door opens, like shattering glass and bullet hail
There, a table with floor-length cloth
It’s perfectly sized to enclose a head, arms, legs, everything
True, filtered light is coming in…
Gotcha, game over. Any light can give you away
Shadows and silhouettes, my new enemy to avoid in the day
Only utter darkness can conceal the frightened fleeing prey
K.B. Silver
About the Creator
K.B. Silver
K.B. Silver has poems published in magazine Wishbone Words, and lit journals: Sheepshead Review, New Note Poetry, Twisted Vine, Avant Appa[achia, Plants and Poetry, recordings in Stanza Cannon, and pieces in Wingless Dreamer anthologies.



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