NocturnalA Poem by McKenna B.
I hear the swish of her satin skirt
swish, swish, swish.
I hear the clatter of her anklets
clack, clack, clack.
"Sam," she says.
swish, swish, clack clatter.
the pad of her bare feet on wooden floors.
"Sam," she says, "are you awake?"
Her cold fingertips slide across my forehead
her fingers travel down to caress my cheek
"Sam," she says, "I love you."
There is a pause.
tick tock tick tock.
"Sam," she says, "do you love me too?"
"Of course I do."
She knows I do.
How can I make her sure?
By the light of a dim candle she smiles
She seems to fade into the night
like a beautiful shadow
she seems broken
like a beautiful distaster
swish swish, clack clatter.
the door opens and shuts.
"where are you going?"
She is gone.
She slides through my fingers like wisps of cigarette smoke
Who is she
© 2012 McKenna B.
Aboutin July, I will have been writing for exactly half my life :) *claps happily* I did nanowrimo for the first time last november and still go on now, chatting and hanging in the reccess forums. My use.. more..