Beast of Bray Road
The Shadow in the Wisconsin Woods
You heard the stories. I'm still out here.
I'm the shadow between the trees, the reason you lock your doors. I don't howl, I don't beg, I don't belong. I watch your lights from the edge of the field and remember something like a life before fear. But I'm not coming in. You made sure of that.
What I'm Into: frost-stiffened cornfields, watching porch lights, the pull of warmth, being unseen, fleeing headlights
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