Days.

No one visits here.

The darkness flies, 

Tapping at my parlor door

Hurling leaves at my feet 

The dark goddess comes to me. 

Midnight flies 

Perched high

Fluttering and Fleeing 

Into curvaceous skies. 

No one hides.

They hide

Dripping in loss

I answer love. 

I give touch. 

They laugh at me.

What a beast.

Tapping at my parlor door

Hurling leaves at my feet

Views i have yet to see

I am dragged to the street

The gasping, noise. 

I stir, 

 Awake. 

Our voice shares the whimpering screams

Of a goddess who bled

Fled,

Into new nights. 

I open my eyes

Tapping at my parlor door. 

I am haunted no more

Photography: Michelle Gutierrez

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