By Gypsie-Ami Offenbacher-Ferris
Open eyes drink in the darkness
black inkiness drips from walls
invisible in the midnight morass
An unseen clock ticks away
the laborious nighttime hours
the sound reverberates down the hall
One breath then two breaths
fear constricting muscles
into cramped bunches of sinew
Gray fog lists restlessly at windows
obscuring a moon disguised
by the shadow of Mother Earth
Rising without donning electric
lights to illuminate the suffocating crepuscular of empty rooms
Crackers and milk stave off
tenebrous imaginings of creatures
starved for eventide repast
Gypsie’s Wonderful World of Words 
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