Maria B.
Mystic
I saw the dead man
falling down a black crevice,
his scream turning into a whisper.
I saw the dead man
crawling across the moonless sky,
his teeth shining like jaundiced stars.
I saw the dead man
standing at my door,
waiting for me to let him in,
for the dead man was lonely
and he needed a dead wife.
falling down a black crevice,
his scream turning into a whisper.
I saw the dead man
crawling across the moonless sky,
his teeth shining like jaundiced stars.
I saw the dead man
standing at my door,
waiting for me to let him in,
for the dead man was lonely
and he needed a dead wife.