Challenge
Challenge of the Week CCXII
Halloween approaches. Tell us the scariest story you can possibly muster. Fiction or nonfiction, poetry or prose. Winners will taste the Spotlight.
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Veil
A weeping gray
has settled
into the bones
of me;
it spreads
to follow the pattern
of its Ripper days,
advancing cover
before
a Blue moon;
it shines,
on borrowed time,
following a purpose,
scattering the darkness,
as it lays bare,
the thinning
of the veil.