Poetry

This story

Was never to be told

But you told it to the crowd of teens that night as we all sat around the fire.

And it was your turn to tell a scary tale, and as soon as you started, I knew this would not end well.

As others gather around, their interest grows more robust as you go on.

I sneaked away and locked the back door as I knew how this would all end.

With you all alone and everyone who heard the story was sucked in as you get up and blow out the fire.

All I can see before it dark are your red eyes and the evil grin on your face.

Written By: Deirdre Stokes Copyrighted ©️ 2022 By Deirdre Stokes