The Hollow (22)

This entry is part 22 of 48 in the series The Hollow

 

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

Series Navigation← The Hollow (21)The Hollow (23) →

Leave a Reply

Your email address will not be published. Required fields are marked *

This site uses Akismet to reduce spam. Learn how your comment data is processed.

Discover more from Via Negativa

Subscribe now to keep reading and get access to the full archive.

Continue reading