The Nighthawk
I stare at my winged reflection
I stare at my winged reflection
Eunice sat on the edge of her daughter’s bed and stared out the window, the rustling of leaves muted by glass.
Amen.
Matted-hair and rotted teeth
“What seems to be the problem, Officer?
*If you go down in the woods today, you’re sure of a big surprise.
She wakes up groggy, and I watch from behind her eyes as she senses my invasion.
What lies beneath the painted mask?
!
I wandered through the county fair
Shardik woke to the high-pitched laughter of the woman and growled quietly to himself.
I had just parked my car and pressed the lock button when I noticed her.