The Fog

Written by: valerie bellefleur

Creeping in like a sinister asp
eerie hands of a midnight fog
wrap themselves around a lone gaslight

Eyes that watch through a veil of darkness waiting for the silken swish 
of the lady of the night

Who lingers beneath the sallow glow
adjusting her satin garter
and re-touching the rouge on her lips

She gasps as cold fingers grasp
her porcelain neck and wander
where only lovers hands should go

She screams a silent scream
that no one hears
as a distant foghorn drowns 

a voice lost in the void of an uncaring night