in these last desperate hours
on Day 31
begs the question for this living ghost
who are the monsters
where do they lie
are they hiding under beds preying on sugared dreams
maybe in darkened corners where the sunlight is lost
in damaged clouds hiding a wounded moon
or in cruel summer’s last blood red sunset
reflected in a sea of flames
almost vampiric
will this rattle these bones
down to its mortal coil
or can we stay a while
change our masks at midnight
and start our season again
kellasandra's musings