The arrangement is simple:
I’m bathed in a streetlight
Or the light of my backyard
Or any other light that creates a spot in the darkness.
Reprieve.
I’m always waiting,
Maybe my parents can’t find the keys to the house.
Maybe we are at the tail end of a conversation before we walk to our car.
The sense of it
Sneaks just below my vision
Peripheral adjacent.
The snake blanket sneaking onto the scene.
The crescendo of bat wings before they take flight.
And every time,
It arrives to try and take one of us.
A simple figure
Red hood
No face. A perfect replica of the bad guy in an old DOS game that eats the hero.
You’d think that’s the scary part.
And it certainly would be.
Because it’s always a near miss. We barely make it out, but succeed.
Me though,
I think that feeling
The knowledge
“It’s real”
Even though it’s just a dream
Even though you survive.
The realization
That the thing you’ve been waiting for but were told wasn’t real
That thing
Is right in front of you
And nothing is going to be the same.
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