10/31/2026
Deep in the darkness, resting, waiting, still..
There came a scratching. Screech. Screech. Screech.
Scratching, eternally.
Ghostly hands grasp at the carers’ ankles.
Rasp. Rasp. Rasp. Gasping horror!
There sits a Raven…
Scratch. Scratch. Scratching.
Without end.
Without End
Tiffany Bumgardner
🖤 A little dark poem inspired by a gothic image I captured in the cemetery. Happy Halloween! 💀