witches

Written by: John Goodman

witches came while sleeping

during dark childhood nights

cold, terrifying descent

would howl at thunderous night
as screams rip open warm cocoon
dishes shatter starry dreams
fists pound bullets against wall
shouts explode like thunder
screams tear at empty sky

trapdoor falls

my hand reaches out

darkness rips at young heart
cliff is always there

terror has been there for much of adulthood

today my hand still reaches out

unheld.