Haunted

Would you spend the night in a haunted house

when it’s dark and you can’t really see much of anything at all?

Would you wander with just little bit of light

down stairways, through halls

into rooms

with

 paintings

of

hunters being devoured by dogs?

 

Would you step foot in a haunted house

where the dark will take you into it’s jaws?

 

Or would you be brave enough, strong enough, sane enough

to visit it during the day

because like the rest of us

when it’s light

all

haunted houses are wide awake.

 

Inspired by the Inktober Prompt: Chicken

Oh Just Hush Yourself

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She was a silly little girl

who wrote on my wall

that if you danced on a grave

in the moonlight

the Police would be called.

 

They will take you away and arrest you

she wrote entirely in CAPS

Do you really want to be taken away

for doing a little waltz?

 

I have dug a grave or two

opened three or more

I’ve danced on graves

and I’m hear to say

that the living don’t know much at all.

 

Photo A.M. Moscoso

 

Daily Addictions Prompt: Tirade

The Clock Tower

Photo A.M. Moscoso

 

I suppose I could have run up to the street to get a better picture of the clock tower as it glared down at me from under a perfectly bruised morning sky.

Had I done that I suppose the picture would have been perfect, the man sitting on the train who I captured on accident and later cropped out wouldn’t have  had to pretend so hard that he didn’t notice me taking his picture and a handful of morning commuters could have mindlessly streamed by me instead of paying attention to where they were walking.

But I wanted that image because at that minute, when I looked up I knew exactly what it felt like to have a spell cast upon me and I knew what it felt like to not be able to care.

 

Photo A.M. Moscoso

 

I knew what Lucy felt like when Count Dracula first locked eyes on her and then with that single infamous bite on her neck, damned her to Hell.

I was Doctor Frankenstein watching his creature brought to neither life nor death but something in between and what it was like to fall into that abyss, that bottomless pit he dug with his own two hands.

I knew what it left like to have something dark cast it’s shadow upon me and I knew what it felt like to not be able to scream myself awake from that endless nightmare.

 

Photo A.M. Moscoso

 

I know people who think they can cast spells and fancy themselves creatures of the shadows and children of mysterious Gods and Goddesses.

But they can play at it all they want because on this morning, under a perfectly bruised sky, the Clock Tower at the train station came to life and it was not playing with anything-

except for maybe

me.

 

Inspired by The Inktober Prompt: Spell