It’s 10 minutes after midnight
and threatening rain, and though
I’m looking out the kitchen window,
I can’t see anything, only the blur
of my reflection, and all around it
darkness, complete darkness,
but for a Death’s Head moth,
drawn by the one light still on,
crashing against the glass to get in.
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Howie Good co-edits White Knuckle Press with Dale Wisely.
The tension and sense of horror palpable here, without description of the act itself, except for the title. Very effective. The darkness, the death’s head moth, the sense of a waking nightmare. Very well done.