A heart-shaped pool
to break my fall.
A cold wetness
to entomb me.
Depths to reach
beneath the surface.
I am falling.
No one to catch me.
But cold wetness.
FALLING
Month: February 2020
IT COMES IN THE NIGHT
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It comes in the night.
It comes to all.
To all who sleep.
To all who lie awake.
It comes on soft wings.
It comes in silence.
I lie and wait.
In trepidation.
In fear.
For it.
HELLO, MOON
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Hello, moon.
Hello, night sky.
Hello, cold night air.
Goodbye, sunlight.
Goodbye, warmth.
Hello, moon.
THE MOON RISES
Source:r-e-drum
Creak.
Crunch.
The air moves.
Squeak.
Moan.
The trees shake.
I shouldn’t have come alone.
In the dark.
After the sun sets.
The moon rises.
And so do The Dead.
THE DEAD GAME
WE CRY
Source:slobbering
We cry for ourselves.
We cry in the night.
Tears roll down our cheeks.
Frowns cover our faces.
We stand together.
We cry for no one.
We cry for everyone.
LADY OF THE NIGHT
Lady of the night.
So sad.
Drifting through time.
Lost.
Waiting.
Watching.
Alone.
Forever.
PARTY TIME
It’s Mardi Gras time!
Party time for The Dead.
PREY FOR THE DEAD
On sale for #99cents
through February 29th!
A NEW DAY
Source:mochipanko
After the rain,
the streets sparkle.
The sun shines.
Kids play ball.
Bicycles ride by.
Couples walk hand in hand.
The air sings with laughter,
drifting from diners at the sidewalk cafe.
A dog sleeps in the shadows.
A new day.
THE SIREN CALLS
CONSUMED BY THE SEA
Wave Breaking Beneath the Pier, Folly Beach, SC
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It is here.
A force to be reckoned.
It grows by the second,
thrashing under the bridge,
leaving death in its wake.
Leave me be.
My dying wish isn’t
to be consumed by the sea.
SUSANNE LEIST 