Photo by Charles Ardinger
Screen Doors
Mystery lurks
behind rattling doors
Silhouettes swing
on rice paper screens
Are they spirits of the undead?
Their voices have become my own
inhabiting the air I breathe
shadows I cannot shed
Taurus by Raundi Kai Moore Kondo
The Alien
You appear at my window
never to pass as one of us
flimsy silhouette
yellow skin
almost sallow
six-fingered hands
webbed feet
gait askew
a ticking time bomb
in your gut
reminding you to go back
to where you came from
or be annihilated
your one green eye
filled with tears
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