Wednesday, February 20, 2013

Dark Alley

Dark Alley

You will be chased down a dark alley,
hallway of tin trash cans and slimy brick,
shadows scurrying from you
as you run.

At the end of the alley, a metal door,
rusted handle.
Locked.

Your ring of keys in your pocket.
The brass one with the squared-off top.

You could never remember what it went to,
but now, you know. It fits.

You knew to keep it.
Hurry. They're coming.

4 comments

  1. Geez, I didn't know my dreams were public now. CURSE YOU, FACEBOOK!

    ReplyDelete
  2. That opening verse was perfect, the hallway and shadows lines were amazingly well done.

    ReplyDelete

The Storialist. All rights reserved. © Maira Gall.