My Opening
the abandoned treehous lights flikered wile the crows flyed by
the trees lite up like the beaming sun on a hot day
the silent haunted people wile they strutted down the hill
I wonder how a well known street has became so gloomy could it be …
when ever u leave a trail
she follows you …
always look behind your back when you cross the trail of this eerie forest
1) I like the bit were it said she follows you.
2) Could you improve and add more about when it said when ever you leave a trail.