Greg Schwartz

root cellar
the voices
take hold

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the

crunch

of

dead

leaves

scarecrow

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ghost moon
she whispers
in my ear

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hubby’s ghost—
now
he shows up

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crawling
under her skin
spider veins

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streetlight

the darkness

in her eyes

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tooth fairy—
the monster under the bed
Pounces

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crawlspace his soul wriggles free

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valley of shadows. . .
jagged branches
stab the sky

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nighthawk
the darkness inside her
spreads its wings

— Greg Schwartz

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midnight cigarette
a smoke tendril curls
around her neck

— Greg Schwartz

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medieval graveyard...
the bells begin
to ring

— Greg Schwartz