[This edited poem was inspired by a collaborative poem I wrote with another workshop attendee named Kathy facilitated through Story Studio Chicago.]
A 3am haunting,
The witching hour of loneliness.
Knocks along the walls,
Floating to the ceiling.
Face in the mirror, shadow in the windowpane
Silent, present witness.
The thin veil, breeze of breath
Ripple of glass.
Dancing, a brush of skin & hair
Falling as dust.
Longing for life,
Coming out of the darkness.
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