Sibilant Whisper

‘Let me in’ the voice hisses and whistles

‘Let me in’ the claws pick at the door,

slithering and dancing across the floor.

‘Let me in’ it demands despite my desperate fear.

I do not want to acknowledge this demon.

I do not want to give it fear on which to feed.

I suspect,

no, I know that it can be my undoing

For no one shall ever believe.

The voice that rumbles and roils through hell

the heavy footsteps in the hall

A demon begotten from blood and shame

a solitaire single tear.

 

©Jay-lyn Doerksen

May 18/17

Author: Jay-lyn Doerksen

A single hard working mom of a soon to be teenage son. A poet and story teller I have wanted to write since I was a child. This space is where I share stories about myself and my life and the creative poetry that stirs my soul. My hope is you will pull up a chair and a cup of coffee delving into the world that I offer and you find simple enjoyment for a few moments. Welcome to The Wonderful & Wacky World of One Single Mom