The Face in the WindowA Poem by Jwakefield
Night had crawled in and murdered meager light,
Through purple panes of milky glass, and placed A chill on me, a nameless creeping blight, And staring through the dark I saw a face. Peeping between flowers long dead and brown, Scratching, mewling, sighs; longing to embrace. Whispering low against the walls, not a sound, But dead breath fogs and marks the frigid glass, And yellow, lidless, searching eyes roll round. Praying, pleading, for it from me to pass Back into the pale, back into its hell, But cold hands closed on me and all hope passed, It's bloody secrets it would tell. © 2013 JwakefieldAuthor's Note
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StatsAuthorJwakefieldAboutWV English Lit Major, gearing up for grad school. https://twitter.com/JfWakefield Please feel free to send read requests, I love getting them, and it keeps me from missing new stuff. more..Writing
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