A 60 word story.

I mustn’t listen. It’s the devils’ message. I heard before; bad things happened. I’ll cover my ears. Force it out with screams. Jump and run, don’t let them catch me.

They follow, everywhere, always. Whispered and shouted. They communicate through friends and strangers. The words are in the air and in my head. Always the same.

“Listen to the message.”

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  • bethenya on Nov 9, 2009

    You are haunted with something – whatever it is! It’s only you who knows.
    Nice poem!

  • Patsy Collins on Nov 9, 2009

    Thanks, Bethenya.

    The explanation would be longer than the original – maybe I’l write in one day.

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