Untitled Dark Poem #11

Broad stairs
faded carpet runners
dust on the floor
no footsteps
no warmth in the fireplace
cold spots
reaching out to envelope
those foolish enough to enter
to try and find
the ghost 
everyone swears
still resides here.
Creeping in the shadows
a slight figure
seen from the corner of the eye
high pitched
ringing in your ears.
gripping ankles
gripping wrists
hair standing on the back of your neck
looking back
see her fly towards you
her eyes
her screams
will forever haunt your dreams.

©Feb. 5/23

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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