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Witching Hour at the Park
by Christina Sng
By the flickering lamp light
In the dead of night,
A man chases a girl,
Wielding a knife.
She screams help
To anyone who can hear
But the park is closed,
There is nobody near.
Yet someone hears
The young girl’s cry.
Someone who is familiar
With the evil outside.
All of a sudden,
The girl swerves right.
The man curses,
Ready for a fight.
Suddenly he trips
Over a fallen tree branch,
Accidentally stabbing
Himself in the gut.
He picks himself up,
His wound dripping blood,
He pulls out the knife
And passes out.
The tree roots emerge,
Pulling him down.
By morning, he is buried
Deep underground.
His body will nourish
The tree for a time
Till another arrives
With murder on his mind.
Fiction © Copyright Christina Sng
Image courtesy of Pixabay.com
More from Christina Sng:
A Collection of Nightmares
Hold your screams and enter a world of seasonal creatures, dreams of bones, and confessions modeled from open eyes and endless insomnia. Christina Sng’s A Collection of Nightmares is a poetic feast of sleeplessness and shadows, an exquisite exhibition of fear and things better left unsaid. Here are ramblings at the end of the world and a path that leads to a thousand paper cuts at the hands of a skin carver. There are crawlspace whispers, and fresh sheets gently washed with sacrifice and poison, and if you’re careful in this ghost month, these poems will call upon the succubus to tend to your flesh wounds and scars.
These nightmares are sweeping fantasies that electrocute the senses as much as they dull the ache of loneliness by showing you what’s hiding under your bed, in the back of your closet, and inside your head. Sng’s poems dissect and flower, her autopsies are delicate blooms dressed with blood and syntax. Her words are charcoal and cotton, safe yet dressed in an executioner’s garb.
Dream carefully.
You’ve already made your bed.
The nightmares you have now will not be kind.
And you have no one to blame but yourself.
Spreading the Writer's Word 
A fantastic poem.