Sunday Scribbling prompt: intense

Shadows grow long teeth
Claws scrape asphalt
Bloodless moon drips pallor
Cool sweat crawls down
hunched back
pooling in the small
Flightless wings
Naked hands cover
Sightless eyes as
nothing drowns out
Spirit mutters
Branches moan in
Stillness magnified creaking
Sneaking home

11 thoughts on “Nightfall

  1. Jae Rose

    Small is indeed really grabbed me with the first line..and I loved the was intense in it’s jarring..I am left trying to picture what and where..Jae 🙂

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