I keep the fan running all
Night
So i cannot hear the ghosts
Shuffling around the room
Or whispering
In my ear.
I pull my feet tucked up close to me
When they tug at the sheets;
Fetal position.
I haven’t slept sound since
I was three.
I keep the fan running all
Night
So i cannot hear the ghosts
Shuffling around the room
Or whispering
In my ear.
I pull my feet tucked up close to me
When they tug at the sheets;
Fetal position.
I haven’t slept sound since
I was three.
I walked on
Alone
Brushing the frosted wheat stalks
with my fingertips,
And my foot steps fell silently
As sound was
Absorbed by the moonlight.
Into the mystic mist i did disperse my thoughts
And the veil I became..
She is fine
Until she falls
And then
She crawls.
But no one sees you when
You are beneath
Their feet,
It does not occur to them at all,
Unless they too have
Been
Below
For they know without a doubt,
Recognizing the sound
Of a barely beating heart.