My Witch
With her red hair in wild wisps behind her, screeching in my ears
And my small hands unable to block the sound, no water around
To melt her down, the bony fingers and claws begin pulling her
Out of the dark of night through the narrow window,
Waking me from my sleep with a pounding chest
And I crawl quickly from the twin bed
Race silently down the splintered wood stairs
To where my breath is no longer visible.
Lamplight from the living room
Tries to make its way down the hall
But is severed by the cold darkness
And I stand, a bare foot mess of blonde hair,
Half in dark and half in light
The line between fear and hope,
Rubbing the tears from my eyes,
Calming my little heart in the half light.
In the cloth covered rocking chair my mother sat
Like me half in light and half in darkness
With a fraying yellow blanket wrapped around her
Smoke from her Winston curling into the air,
The ice in the glass whirling as she brought it to her red lips.
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