The Hollow (22)

not knowing
what’s around the next bend

five-year-old me

 

the headless hunter’s
lantern on moonless nights
in her quavery voice

 

more frightening
than our neighbor’s ghost stories
those wooden legs

 

I still look for her house
but there’s just the red privy

its vacant hole

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