In an unnatural habitat

The day is too quiet,
like the forest when birds hush
when a predator is nearby.
The heavy air, the lack of sound,
the lurking is what gets to me.
The feeling there is something
sinister waiting. I try and move
but I am waiting too.
Like in a bad horror movie, I want to run
or call out but I am silent, still,
measuring my breath
in what is decidedly a confined space.
Maybe I am sinister as well,
a little lost in a world I willingly step into,
knowing I don’t belong.
Not happy with the dichotomy.


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  1. Your work never fails to make me think, to look at things from a different perspective. I like this piece because I have felt the same thing out in the woods. You feel something but can’t quite put your finger on it. It could be just a chill or is there more. Very well done.


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