Pulley bridge over a stream- shaky rusty creaky in pitch black water
driving up old logging roads
walking treachorous trails under canopies of gnarled branch
abandoned rotting cabins
ghost stories of satanic ritual and missing hikers
nights of a thousand fires and falling stars
19th century gravestones propped around tree trunks
carrying a hatchet- just in case
Coors and Marb Regs, dude
loosing flashlights
resting in cradled hands of rocks
fear of moose and coy dogs
fear of drunken hunters
fear of being swallowed up by the black wilderness
xoxo, NH nights
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