Ghost and the Darkness

GHOST AND THE DARKNESS Daunting, a late night movie, just before the verge of night spills into your lair. You can’t bury the dark at those times. The roar in the blackout. The snore at the opposite side of the bed deters the sound of brightness from alleviating the crushing bones of dendrites. You can sense the mane burgeoning, prickling your pulsing veins. Tenuous, the trick of closing your eyes in the dark, then opening them. The bough of a Tsavo tree clings to an impotent rifle. Ghosts hang on even as your eyelids hit the whites of your pillow. And the snore next to you, the heaving in and out of an otherwise safety net, reminds you of the full-bodied lions. Sleep well, before the images pounce, with muscular and meaty might, landing on your mattress. Your sheets pin you to a nightmare with no escape. Thunder and rotting breath roll you onto the dusty floor, long grasses hide only the scanty mane duo, the stuffed carnivores of Chicago’s Field Museum fame. Night at the Museum, the score not a respite. The bite packed into stateside, impactful. Sleep well as the window panes rattle, and morphing morbidity sneaks up on you. Keep watching scary movies just before your tired bones grind out a toss’n turn. 12/14/2020 Tsavo Maneaters were fictionalized in the movie Ghost and the Darkness. The real cats were maneless. They killed around 35 men who were constructing a bridge in Kenya. Night at the Museum is a comedic movie that brings a museum to life as the night security guard keeps watch