Cold, steel-blue lights hum and flicker, flicker and hum.
Shadows shudder jump across walls.
Phantom movement twitches, pulses out of sight.
Eyes flicker, nervous, strain to catch what is, where is.
Wanting to see and unsee.
Fear spreads steady stealthy.
Trickle, prickle, cold sweat creep.
Pupils, dark, dilate.
Heart bump, thump, pumps.
Loud blood crash rushes in my ribcage.
Drowns sound.
Frozen terror, blind and deaf.
Beside me something creep crawls quiet.
Behind me something stands stealth silent.
Breath holds eyes wide.
Willing silence.
Knowing there is nothing
Yet seeing everything and anything.
Cursing my imagination I turn on the light and pick up my pen.
I write my own nightmares.
I don’t need any help.

July 26, 2010 at 10:10 pm
A very well written scary poem. I could feel the hair standing up on the back of my neck as I read your words.
By the way, I love your masthead.
Vi