Dark Or Darkness



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By Vera Robinson
10:27 PM



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Hear pitter-patter


Back and forth


My door

But are no children

9:12 PM

Vera Robinson © 2014




She sat alone in the dark, waiting by the window to hear the sound of the old pick-up truck. She could hear the loud muffler chug as it pulled up the narrow driveway. She could smell the thick black smoke polluting the air.

The scent was welcoming. She raised herself from the broken chair that creaked like her bones. Her eyes were burning from the fumes, while tears ran down her cheeks. It was the moment she had been waiting for; she was ready. Her driver had finally arrived to take her home.

7:15 PM

Vera Robinson © 2014

The Screaming Demons

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I sprung out of bed, sweating profusely

Smelling unadulterated fear

Experiencing the extremity of despair

With my eyes squeezed painfully  tight

I could feel my eyelids brushing my pupils

Screaming demons attacked me

I don’t know if it’s if day or night

It was a hell of a fright, oh what a menacing sight

Red-eyed demons, with leaches on their nostrils

Serrated teeth, with flashes of fire

And melting bones, it is like watching an episode of the

Twilight Zone

Don’t sleep with The Screaming Demons

Demons can not enter this world, unless invited

They disguise themselves in many forms of prey

Pray they go away, and never return

Please don’t let them stay

Release yourself, fly with the angels!

3:50 PM

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