DRAWN IN

A disturbed frenzy

the blink of an eye

fragile papery wings

a ghostly tickle 

perhaps a signal 

from the dead 

a visible flight brushes 

across my face.

I raise my hands to cover

my ears to block 

the way back 

into a childhood memory.

I quickly turn out

the flickering fluorescent

and make my escape from

the fluttering 

darkness.

Avie.