Long Black Robes
One skinny shaking finger
digs into the lock, hoping
to find an easy entrance.
The door swings open and
long black robes flow
into the great room.
The sudden chill causes the
wife to awaken and check
the windows and doors.
Sliding through the doorway,
the robes cover her
husband, blocking all
light, and life. Nothing
found, the wife returns to
the great room and stokes
the fire. Snuggling up next
to her husband, she finds
him cold – as cold as the
chill that awoke her, and she
weeps. Closing the door
behind him, death steals
the warm soul out of
the house, hidden under
long black robes.
Copyright © Juli Freda | Year Posted 2020
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