Search
  • Neon Mariposa Magazine

A Sigh In The Dark by Amanda Crum

You like to imagine what you would do

if you heard hangers clashing together

in the closet. When it’s 3 a.m., the loneliest hour,

but you’re not as alone as you thought you were.

You think of all the times you’ve seen the shadows move

and every spot in the house that held you rooted

while a madman’s gaze yanked your neck in the dark,

and you know that it wouldn’t end well.


As the wind speaks in tongues, waking the trees,

you close your eyes to create seams against the night.

You’ve always had a good imagination,

but this feels like more. It’s the sound of a train whistle after midnight,

it’s the way the leaves break the sidewalk in October.

When a chill lowers the atmosphere you snuggle down,

the certainty that you won’t last until morning

clanging in your brain.


Will those blankets save you from a cold finger up the spine?

Footfalls in an empty hallway?

There are corners of the universe so black

that even bats won’t roost. The barn is one;

the basement is another. What lives there?

you wonder. And you realize, too late,

that what you thought was the wind outside your window

is really a sigh in the dark.




Amanda Crum is a writer and artist whose work has appeared in publications such as Barren Magazine and Eastern Iowa Review and in several anthologies, including Beyond The Hill and Two Eyes Open. Her first chapbook of horror-inspired poetry, The Madness In Our Marrow, was shortlisted for a Bram Stoker Award nomination in 2015. Amanda's middle-grade fiction book, The Darkened Mirror, was published in the summer of 2019 by Riversong Books. She currently lives in Kentucky with her husband and two children, where she cultivates an obsession with chips and salsa.

39 views

Recent Posts

See All

Two Poems by Kenneth Pobo

DULCET TONES ON GETTING AHEAD SOMEDAY I’m in my pajamas at 3 in the afternoon. I haven’t showered. Maybe I did a few days ago. Dishes in the sink form an army to overthrow me. I should be overthrown.

Two Poems by Akin-Ademola Emmanuel

HOW TO LIE TO YOUR MOTHER If the words are too heavy to let into mom's ears Or perhaps if it would douse her smile with tears & clench Her tooth in agony. Resort to the garden & chew bitterleaves with

Home by Kateri Ransom

My home is miles away from my home. The four walls I grew up in, that trapped in the heat, and played music when we cleaned, and danced after Friday night movies, and served Eggos on frosty school mor

©2018 by Neon Mariposa Magazine. Proudly created with Wix.com

This site was designed with the
.com
website builder. Create your website today.
Start Now