My poem entitled, “Frame” appears in this anthology by Bards Against Hunger. Proceeds got to local food banks! This week I have another horror poem for you to enjoy.
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Early this morning after a troubled sleep,
Through my blurry eyes
I thought I saw footprints coming down my driveway
And stopping at the porch.
I rubbed away the gunk,
Clearing up my vision,
And the footprints were gone.
Even earlier this morning
I got out of bed
Giving up on trying to get anymore sleep,
And I opened the door
To the sunrise revealing footprints
Leading up my porch
And stopping at the front door.
When I stepped out to examine them
They faded away.
Early this morning,
While it was still dark
And the birds were yet to awaken and sing,
I thought I heard footsteps
Just outside of my room.
I sat bolt upright,
Slid silently out of bed,
And got down on all fours to peek
Under the crack of my door.
I yanked open the door,
And they had vanished.
Early this morning
In the wee hours,
After no sleep at all,
I heard slow creaking footsteps inside my room.
I slowly turned my head across my pillow
To see the moonlight illuminate
The footprints that stopped
Directly beside my head.
These footprints were not disappearing.