Dark
flicks the light off.
shuts the door.
darkness spreads,
swallowing up
the corners of the room.
a silent blanket of stillness
enveloping.
threatening
to devour.
Scrabbling,
frantic fumbling.
where is the handle?
click
opens the door.
don't do that
what?
i'm afraid of the dark
why? there aren't any
strangers in there.
what's a stranger?

3 comments :
ima stranger.............duh
This piece of literature, makes me have the completely overpowering urge to hide in a dark closet, and be devious.
lol yarra
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