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POEMS FOR CHALLENGE #18 - The Seventh Victim
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PAST CHALLENGES:      
#1 - Pather Panchali #2 - Paths of Glory #3 - The Cameraman #4 - Sansho Dayu
#5 - They Live By Night #6 - Sunset Boulevard #7 - The Narrow Margin #8 - I Walked with a Zombie
#9 - Out of the Past #10 - Touch of Evil #11 - Detour #12 - The River
#13 - Whirlpool #14 - Night of the Hunter #15 - My Life To Live #16 - The Grapes of Wrath
#17 - Ugetsu      

 

BEWILDERING DARKNESS
By Angie Wahler

she takes one step each louder than the firsther hands gripped her bag tightly
hair glistening underneath the dimmed lights
the air grew thick as she stumbled upon a secret rendezvous she continued
footsteps followed behind
only silence as she cried out only stares with low eyes
her heart was steadily paced with her rushing feet
she slammed her body on a wall
her hand drifting to a corner
finding a body
the knife was switched from its sheath
then laughter

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THEY'LL NEVER KNOW
By Haley Keck

Blurred faces of death
Surrounding the innocent
Hungering for something deeper than love
Fear
For the woman of the hour
The white light Illuminating her cheeks
He waits in the shadows
Blackness of the night
Never seen
Silent Screams
They'll Never Know

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UNTITLED
By Allyson

Shadows blacken,
Fear is my path
Everyone looks guilty
Everyone looks hungry
Fur tickles my ears I jump.
I lean against the alley wall.
Breath heavy
My hand seeks comfort
Brushes the wall
Hits
Another handI jump.

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THE SHADOW
By Melissa

The shadow creeped behind her
With each time she turned her back it came closer
The lights flickered on and off
The music grew louder and louder
I've had enough of this, she exclaimed
I need a drink
She poured herself a vodka cranberry
The lights went out
She felt a light brush across her shoulder
She turned toward it and gasped
A man came up from behind her
He grabbed her
She fell to the floor
The lights flashed on
She was alone

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THE DREAM OM MY SAVIOR
By Meagan MacKay

The night creeps upon me and engulfs me with the perfume of darkness
The only thing I can feel is his heartbeat as he approaches
I begin to run, the wind beating against my face as the tears begin to trickleI inhale,
gasping at the strands of air that attempt to fill my lungsI stop, I have to
The night is catching up with me, his fangs taunting in the moonlight
I stand, fear gathering throughout my body as I hear him breathing
I move, trying to escape my end only to find myself in his wretched clutch
A scream let's out in the night, the scream of my savior

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BLACK
By Daniela Ivey

clack.
clack.
clack.
heels against the pavement
move hesitantly
belonging to a woman lost hiding in the black, black
white to black, running, running
clack clack
corners winding, faster, faster
shadows seeking refuge pinned against a wallbut the blackness strikes them downclack.
clack.
and then a gasp.

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QUESTIONS
By Hazel W.

The lost or looking
interviewing the shadows
for something familiar
or strange
Bumps in the night are not explained
blindness is a postulate
fear in inevitable but questions follow

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MIDNIGHT BRUNCH
By Steve Kolter

The sharpness of the light
That burns from impossible places
Even makes the coat
Of a hundred black cat hides
Shine.
Spotless gutters
Of back alley whispers,
Impossibly free
Of grime and decay
Semi-solid chewing gum
For the sole
To purchase,
Allow the tick tick tock of a stiletto
Heal to echo above the murderous
Din of New York kamikaze New York
Cabbies.
It is time
To cut
To murder
When the shiny queens
From Queens
Bring a day parade
And a midnight brunch
To the seeker
The haunted
The girl a long
Way from home.
What rationale compels her
To carry on
Alone?

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DREAMING IN NOIR: CHAPTER EIGHTY-THREE
By Fernando Esteban Flores

The hardest victim is the seventh
Once defiant proud
You prized your triumphs
Like a Nazi ϟϟ man
Convinced of your supremacy
But things change then
Surprisingly along the way
Your confidence blusters
Your focus blurs
Your methods slip
She should have been the easiest
-after the sixth-
Attractive yet naïve
Clad in fear's heavy cloak
Clearly out of her element
Instead eludes your traps
You grab she circumvents
You stab she fends
Escapes in a maze of shadows
Concocted in your filmic scheme
Darkness your best ally fails
Foils each attempt
A Judas kiss bestowed
With the touch of a graceful hand
A little life bleeds into the narrative
That begs another day
A tale spinning slightly beyond control
Leaving just a trace of light
On an empty street nowhere to go

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