The Veil Blinks by SM Jenkin
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is noticed to twitch,
once, from the other side
as children dance from
door to door,
cheap plastic caressing
their faces;
skulls, green drowned
faces melting into innocent
necks. Tonight, it’s
dad’s turn
and he is glad there have been
no sexy vampires, yet.
It was their game,
once.
And he watches from the gate,
as some other man’s child wobbles
past in a dirty white duvet,
scissored holes for eyes.
And he chances a brief look
at his watch, feeling the
hour hand spinning
like a helicopter,
lifting his hand.
Until the veil twitches
shut again, for another year.
And he didn’t think of her
once.
Inspired by Lisa Vigor’s Inspirational words of the month, Oct 2017 #Ghost #Twitch #Skull as posted by Lisa on youtube here
Inspired by Lisa Vigor’s Inspirational words of the month, Oct 2017 #Ghost #Twitch #Skull as posted by Lisa on youtube here
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