It was out of her control
as she stares at the statue
trying not to blink
Her eyes dry out
It was inevitable
that she would blink
and tears would re-hydrate
her empty eyes
It moved for certain
being now only inches away
now reaching out for her
She stumbles backwards
but continues to lock eyes
With what she won't be able to escape.
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A very nice use of human curiosity to hold reader attention. By never revealing and only implying the poem takes on an unfinished and most alluring feel leaving the reader on the edge of their seat. It seems as if it is the statue that moved or was it something on the statue, a bug or spider possibly. We are left to never know and finish it with our own mind supernatural or real the reader's choice. Very nicely done
Thank you!
You are welcome NinjaGirl
My friend 🥷…this one creeps up quiet and cold. The stillness between blinks is pure terror. You let the silence do all the screaming. Perfection, imho. 🌹🖤🙏🕯️🐦⬛
Thank you so much!
this is a chilling tale well told - the question remain - was it the statue, or some bug on it which moved, and inspired the terror
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