“As if the moonlight came from within her,
she beckoned me to come home.”
The cracks in her iridescent, porcelain cheeks were illuminated from within, lit aflame on that dark, wintry night. It was as if the moonlight came from within her. Her eyes, unwavering, locked with mine. Captivated me. And it felt as if she was beckoning me home. Then, before I realized what was happening, my soul evaporated like a breath on the frigid wind.
© Sarah Doughty
Sometimes nightmares have a way
of sneaking up on you
like a wolf in sheep’s clothing.
If Death were a woman,
she wouldn’t need the help
of a dark hood and a scythe.