Soft curtains drive side to side,
As bodies unseen glide on by.
Never once do they speak this night,
Drifting along, just out of sight.
Tonight they change their silent keen,
As my ears fill with a buzzing dream.
Is the room empty, should I go check,
Did someone decide they wanted to come back?
Reaching for handle I hear it click,
Somber whispers uttered with mouthes so thick.
Don’t go in my mind screams,
Enter says this perfect scene.
Behind me clicks closed the open door,
As my body falls limp to this bedroom floor.
-M.E. InkOwl
This is the Sinister Countdown. If you liked this descent into madness be sure to like and follow this month’s macabre passage. These stories, words, and poems come from the darker recesses of the mind behind the InkOwl. If you’d like to read past Sinister Countdown posts, follow the link below.
