Poignant Memories

Cackle
harsh
murder atop the eave
candles burn
behind vacant eyes
see not
dancing in disguise.
Voices call
push
this way
and that
telling me 
who is good 
who is evil
who shall live
who shall die
have I come all this way
just to lie?
Chortle
hear within 
grating cold 
down to your soul
know 
Jester is coming
prancing
preening
skull in hand
run 
run 
fat one
here I come. 
Dancing 
flickering upon wall
I watch
they talk to me
I am sure.
Distracted
layer upon layer
hidden within
damage you did.
Pretty pretty colors
flame knit wall
I will go for the jugular
this fat man
I do promise. 
 
©Sept. 7/20
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