Graveyard Stakes

Stone slabs stare
Spectres softly whisper
I?
I stare,
lips bound
Goosebumps populating my skin
I still stare
A soundless cry parts my lips
Spectres watching
Spectres screeching
Wailing
Watching.
I should not be here
Not tonight
Not at this site
Not under this moon
(The bluest, full moon)
No,
I should not be
Yet here I stand