NaPoWriMo Day 4

Fairy Lights

I followed the fairy lights
To the end of the road.
They brought me no solace,
No matter how bright they glowed.
The walls carried an echo,
Even when I tiptoed.
With every step,
I was being
Followed.
But I never stopped,
And I never slowed,
Not until the end,
The end of the road.

In response to the fourth “liminal” prompt from NaPoWriMo.net

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Written for anyone who has felt unsettled when walking alone at night.