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.

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.


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

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


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