Wednesday, January 10, 2007

4.30am

She thought she heard a voice
whimper in the night,
thought she heard
the gate rattle,
a window bump.

She lay awake listening
till the sun cracked the sky
like an egg,
but no robber or rapist came
to break open her body.

Only ghosts of people she had known
disturbed the smooth dark,
only the seeping crack
in her black mirror.

2 Comments:

Blogger Michelle e o said...

Oh, I really love this.

8:00 PM  
Blogger burning moon said...

hi Michelle, thanks!

11:12 AM  

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