Wounded Whisper
in america there are many mysteries
not often mentioned by the public
there are beasts in the woods who aren’t
animals otherworldly beings called skinwalkers
but if you don’t listen to native folklore you’d
never know my friend was telling me a story
it was twilight and she was walking alone
through the woods and what she heard in the
suspicious dusk was like the speech of a parrot
humanlike but so off and it said in a wounded
whisper ‘Help! Help!’ but so disgusted by the
gravelly voice she took off running and only
as she passed through her door did she look
back to see two glinting eyes staring at her
from the treeline.
5/29/23, Wounded Whisper, Edward Ibeh
Copyright © Sydney Morrison | Year Posted 2023
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