Friday, April 10, 2015

the shadow outside my window

the night is old,
awaking by a black voice,
she pops her eyes open,
a spiral pull of air
off her chest,
and the glimpse of a phantom shadow,
this clear thought won't faint
and the image of a stalking moon,
the house is quiet,
an adolescent's heartbeats,
making the passengers
swinging, brief like lightning bolts.

 Dark Forest RESIZED by reckinyards