[ rain ]

10

Crying

I hear a knocking at my door
Can it stop, please forever more.

I hear a hand against the heavy wooden door
And a soft, ghostly whisper,
And I can tell that the speaker
Is smiling.
She is smiling with malice in her voice,
And when I peep through the peephole,
I see her obsidian black eyes
Staring back at me with a mad smile.
"Hello," She said.
"Will you let me in for a cup of tea?"

And then I wake.

Gasping, startled,
I sit up in bed, rubbing my tired eyes.
My frail and old body walks to the kitchen
Where I pour myself a cup of tea.
And then I hear it:
"Will you let me in for a cup of tea?"

And I can hear the same malice
The same onyx eyes burned into my head,
A mad smile lingering in my faint memory.

It's her.

Roses are red, violets are blue,
You once loved me,
As I had loved you.
Crazy and insane,
Looking through the glass pane,
My heart is sad,
As you have gone mad.

October 18th 2018