The salmon sky foretells of darkness soon to choke my heart with tentacles of terror.
A moonless heaven offer no protection.
I shiver… not from cold as hurried trickle of small nocturnal creatures forebears the glowing eyes, soon to fill my night with dread..
The woodpile isn’t high enough to keep me sane… but I have promises to keep.
“One night alone”, she’d said. “Prove yourself”.
Is it worth insanity? After all she’d only told me “Maybe… ”.
Panicking I watch the desert turning darker.
I hurry back to the motel room.
”At least you tried”, she says kissing me welcome.
I saw the sunset and imagined having to stay out a night with all the sounds of night surrounding me. I think I would have loved it, but my narrator is more of a coward.
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January 30, 2019