Collage by Poet Rummager
Lonelinesswillsitoverourroofswithbroodingwings. Bram Stoker, Dracula
Loneliness will sit
in a corner of my room –
brooding and childish.
She’ll rock in my chair –
combing droopy wings all night.
She won’t be quiet.
I’ll toss and I’ll turn –
scaring sleep away and watch
night burn into day.
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