Benjamin Posted September 7, 2012 Share Posted September 7, 2012 The moon ravaged silhouettes of cock-eyed chimneys and roofs stretch up to an empty sky They harbour shuttered chambers where dark paranoia lurks For trust belongs to distant day and shadows rule ill-lit streets A bin lid clatters-- caterwauls-- and silence bleeds for miles-- Bright light flicks from a lone port to the wraith crouched opposite who slowly turns and then smiles like a mischievous child-- caught with both hands in the sweet bowl Quote Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
dr_con Posted September 7, 2012 Share Posted September 7, 2012 Love the scene- Chilling and and clear and you did a great thing- Brought me -- there... Well, well done;-) DC&J Quote thegateless.org Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
David W. Parsley Posted September 9, 2012 Share Posted September 9, 2012 I'm with Doc: the piece brings the reader right to the scene of the crime. Chillingly evocative work, Benjamin. - Dave Quote Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
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