stalking shadows
enveloped in blackness
moving through the streets.
unconcerned with being seen
watcher of the night.
Dancing with the devil
a tune only I can play
candle flame upon the blade.
Leaning over
watching him sleep
one slice
blood spurting
all gone.
I have his life
held within my hands
making the choice
should I let him live?
Or make him go?
Sept. 26/18
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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

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