Insanity
152 Words
The trees are out to get me.
Their skeletal limbs, bare and knobby,
reach out for me in the night.
I hear their eager breath
against the thin pane of glass
separating me from their
deciduous longing.
By the morning"s light, they have retreated
to the far side of the road.
No one believes me
when I tell them the trees come over
in the night and test my window panes
for entry cracks.
I know—I hear them
from beneath my covers of fear.
But in the morning they are separated from me
by the unsuspecting tarmac
meandering away.
Do they creep closer as
the day wears on,
or can they only move
under cover of darkness?
When I throw open the curtains every morning
my heart races, thinking the trees to be
right on the other side but
each morning I stare at them
across the road
and waving.
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