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Stranger in the Light

In the Dead of Night

By Piper SchillingPublished 6 years ago 1 min read
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Walking down

The darkened street,

Listening to dreary music -

I waited,

Watching for the midnight bus.

The song changed,

A new lullaby

Played quietly

Before a sharp noise

Rang out.

I went to change

The song -

To stop the shrill call,

But the screen was white.

The song became

Louder and louder.

It hurt my ears.

A drum started playing.

My head spun,

I couldn’t see,

My legs moved on their own

Across the street.

I froze

And turned,

A new picture before me

A new scene.

A man stood

Where I had stood.

And he gave a

Pained smile

His eyes narrowed

And he took a step.

He came closer

And closer.

My vision dimmed.

I could only focus on him.

Everything else warped,

And twisted into a new dimension.

Who is he?

Only the drum responds

Until a scream

Breaks me away,

And I run.

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