Tuesday, December 18, 2007

in the watches of these dark nights...

...the most innocuous takes on... overtones.
like the laundry. close to twenty shirts hanging in the dark corridor. like a battalion of emaciated, headless corpses.
gently swaying in the wind, like they're giving a chance to let those at the back peer forward.
twitching. crowding around the door.
if I go to the loo, brushing past them all, what will I find outside waiting for me when I come back?
dead quiet... but moving. coordinated, twitchy, random movement. like a silent mob.
it's creepin me out...


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