Without Any Clues
Lights of splattered houses
seem to stare at me as i saunter
towards them
with the night
before i enter my house
i rest my head
on cooling glass
Drizzled rain tempers my spine
sighs unsure of cause
linger in the frost
and sound is flesh
Darkness looks so lost
Ink birds slip the moonlight
Screaming blacks and blues
Searching in the nothingness
without any clues
Copyright © Christopher Quigley | Year Posted 2019
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