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

patterns 

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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