Whisper to me
through the veil tonight
when shades and shadows
dance cheek to cheek
as curtains flutter
and shutters creak
Tip the urn
spill your secrets
let me feel your breath
like ashes blowing
against my neck
Tell me all
I cannot know
of ways and whys,
impossible skies
meant for only sightless eyes
This is for the writing prompt 55+ from the Imaginary Garden with Real Toads. We were asked to write 55 words about Halloweeney sorts of things. Click on the link and check it out.
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