Draft comes--once again
Shatter of shutters, creak of the gate
There is a draft coming in
A chill that slashes at my core
There is a draft coming in, please, close the door.
“It has been closed for awhile now”
What can you say?
When all the ghosts have gone array
Wide eyes open with fear
Gates shatter, shutters creak
A pause, a silence, draws very near.
I can—can’t, can—barely spea—k
“It has been closed for awhile now”
Numb fear, numb ghosts: winking with a crinkle
Scattered shattered where’s the pattern?
A draft coming inside, a gun in hand.
Closed the door! I demand.
Delectable horrible eyes gone grey
Spinning without motion carpe day
Beg, plead, and no one listening.
Won’t succeed: door still open, a draft impedes.
Doors shatter can barely speak.