Occult by George Riddick

Hide, quick, silence your breathing.

We can’t let them see what you’ve done.

Draw the blinds.  Beneath the cover,

lie and wait.  We can’t resume

‘til quiet fog comes again.

 

Shaded windows give the sign:

it’s time again to swim in night.

But when we see our face again,

destroy the mirror, soak in wine.

 

This night has been too long for you,

so I will stay right here and hide,

light and shadow bound together,

until the next night comes for us.

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Categories: Issue 2 - Spring 2012, Periodicals, Poetry | Tags: | Leave a comment

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