GIVE ME YOUR LIGHT
On his way to a friend, Billy heard whispers
beckoning him into the woods. He stopped in his tracks,
beckoning him into the woods. He stopped in his tracks,
straining his ears, thinking he’d imagined them.
He heard them again. Stepping off his skateboard, he picked
it up and started following the whispers. Like cold, wretched
fingers, tingles ran across his spine as he inched deeper into
the forest. Vines twisted and twirled, lively with movement.
For a moment, he could’ve sworn they looked like hair.
“Billy”, an old voice whispered.
“Give me your light”, the Shadow beckoned.
The vines, now surely emerging from the Shadow’s hair,
wrapped around billy, as his light was stolen.
