My poems

The neighbor

The face in the window
With iridescent skin against the frosted glass.

It's smooth lips hide pure white teeth. Teeth that used to create the perfect smile.

The face in the window
With a solemn look stolen from a heartbreak.

It's speckled cheeks seldom dry. Dried only by an ever damp cloth.

The face in the window
With harsh symmetrical gashes across its forehead.

It's subtle grace lost within the overgrown bushes above its eyes. The follicles neglected.

The face in the window used to change.
With the seasons and the weather.

It's life long spirit forgotten like fallen leaves.

The face in the window is all alone. With its body rotten on the floor.

It's body rotten on the floor.