Anita Mechler: Memory

[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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