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Autumn Leaves
volume 6 number 7
Autumn Leaves volume 6 number 7 |
In Abby's room the shadows slowly spin
deforming and
re-forming in the air
shape-shifting with the subtlety of
djinn
enveloping her dolls, and tattered bear.
In Abby's room a chair
stands up askance
revolving in a stately arabesque,
grim faces come and
go where dust motes dance,
as unseen hands open and close the desk.
The
door is always locked to Abby's room,
All sudden noise is left as
unexplained,
No cut flowers in this house will ever bloom,
Rarely are any
house guests entertained.
When darkness writhes, when silence seems to
roar,
Tread cautiously when passing Abby's door.
