Alone

An empty space

Filled with cobwebs and sawdust

-Shavings of people-

Who’ve been here before…

Alone

Whispers whispering

Small voices speaking

Shadows singing soft songs

Of figures moving faintly

Through my sight…

Alone

Breezes floating past lips

Parted in contentedness

Warmth cradling

- a fetus floating-

Warm, cold, cool, quiet.

Alone

Isolated darkness

Perched outside

With echoes and shadows

And comfortable ghosts

Pleased to sleep

Or stay awake

And hallucinate…

Alone…… perhaps not.

-Genevieve Perdue