Thus, Without Me

The sleepy cries of a child,
My magenta curtains,
The sleep eludes...

The fan swirling
The darkness shy of the light
The silent breaths

The rainy cold
Nose and feet
But then incomplete
This moment
Without you
Thus, Without me.

Halloween

An image lurking in the dark,
Under your bed,
Or by the window,
With the voice of intense silence,
And eyes deepened with red,
the red of blood,
Also dripping from the nails,
And of course,
The glistening drop of crimson,
On the corner of her lip,
She is stuck in between,
After the end and
before the beginning.