getting over them
twigs crack
under my shoes
my steps are loud
her steps are silent
as if the earth is pushing her bare feet up
into the sky with each step
as I'm behind her
awkwardly following
her hair is pulled up...
Park Spectre
I wander the streets alone, orange lights flickering out as the early hours of the morning close in. I pull my cardigan closer around my shoulders as a chilling breeze sweeps through.
The Window
Ever since we moved to this dreary house, I've noticed the large window, a bland one at that, situated on the back wall, and not a thing different to most windows, in their eyes.
The Feeling
This little girl in the spirit world
Often came back to see her mum
When she felt she needed her once again
From the other side she would come
She would sit and look at the face
Of this woman who...