The Passing

Written by: Mari Begonia Cinco

Silent, the house is

Still, the creatures are

And yet I hear her

And I see her


There is no light, but she drifts by in a glow
Her hair flows behind, casting shadows on my door
She makes no sound, but I know she's walking
Her feet making imaginary creaks on the floorboards

I am frightened, though she says not to be.


I sometimes look for her, but she finds me instead.
The wind is her arms and her eyes bury into my neck
The quiet fills my ears like thousands of words
Words of reassuring, words of threats


One day, I'll have enough.
One day, I will be gone.
One day, she will pass by and I won't be there.