The last lamp out
dips the room into darkness
[sudden darkness]
and in the nothingness,
before vague shapes form,
a clunking sound triggers the
stab of an adrenaline spike
into ones chest --
mainlined frisson, or fright:
the heart thumps,
the chest cinches,
the stomach lurches,
breath is sipped spastically,
and an involuntary noise escapes
from some unnamed place within.
The power of strange and startling
thuds and whumps
has fueled many a storybook,
but though the mystery
is rarely solved,
we get over it soon enough.
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