By ET. This poem is part of the ‘Of Other Spaces‘ series.
Shh, tiptoe up the winding staircase
and slowly shrug into your raincoat
that no longer shelters you from the urban bite,
A host of creatures seek eternal rest,
slumbering on that ancient brick –
all distorted limbs and pandemonium
Do not wake the monsters,
that haunt your every move,
Allow the rain to hide your trace.
Inside human life radiates –
the warmth and familiar you seek,
Outside the rain discards and disfigures,
Sheltered – the graveyard of fear,
As you leave, into the darkness,
It comes alive