Good Evening, reader… Tonight, I am sharing a piece of perilous and pulse-raising poetry.

I have a deep fear of seeing beings on the other side of glass… particularly at night. Being so close to something, whether familiar or foreign, gives me a sense of dread beyond any other.

Growing up, I used to imagine two things on the regular: A horrifying witch with red eyes and a face that could freeze a magma flow, and a dark being with glowing yellow eyes. Even now, as I type, I feel a tightness in my chest, and I am paralyzed with fear. In my nightmares, I’ve attempted to confront them, staring right at these beings, attempting to shout at them that I can overcome them, but no words issue from my mouth.

So join me in my fear in this season of dread, as I share a few of these thoughts from my head.

Text within this block will maintain its original spacing when publishedIn the shadow of the night

betwixt dreamless morass

there stand stoic beings

trapped behind a thinning pane of glass

their presence boon or blaspheme

that which remains to be seen

menace in thine faceless eyes

what treachery therein lies

fortuitous or fallow are my fates this eventide

as my fears mount, still growing

my home in which I hide

what omens ill or fairer bore

you through the window to my soul

for which your gaze yet penetrates

beyond this mortal whole.

Happy Halloween!