Silence

The worst way to know it’s there

The desolate emptiness crawls closer

Closer

Cornering you until there is no air left to breathe

You know it is there

But you can’t see

You can’t hear

You can’t feel

But you can smell the corroded skin

You can taste the putrid air

Creaks in the floor flood the silence

But you are not moving

So the question is

What is lurking in the shadows?