Night TerrorsA Poem by Girl Friday (Sarah W.)This
eve water
freezes in jagged patterns on
windows I keep fixed firm, when
the smoke-curl of darkness raps
with her corpse-hands, and
threatens to spirit me away. This
fear tastes
of perfume -- sugared aroma followed closely by biting bitterness -- beckoning
as does the sea to a child, opening
her arms gently before towing
the body into a blue-lined grave. If
you knew the
quickening of my breath, and
the catch of words in a throat coated
with silencing sand, you
would not ask me to unbar this dormer and
risk the theft of my sanity. © 2013 Girl Friday (Sarah W.)Reviews
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Added on September 22, 2013Last Updated on September 22, 2013 AuthorGirl Friday (Sarah W.)The Beach, CAAbout"She's mad but she's magic. There's no lie in her fire." - Charles Bukowski A NOTE TO MY FRIENDS: Thank you, everyone, who has supported me so kindly on this site. I am humbled by your kind revie.. more..Writing
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