She cries when I laugh
She cries when I laugh but doesn’t hear my screams.
Torments all my demons without knowing what I’ve seen.
I hear her cackles fill the night from underneath my bed.
I whisper “Is that you?” to the emptiness inside my head.
The rocking chair sways empty, idly back and forth.
She turns to face me smiling and I’m hit with another curse.
My blood doesn’t curdle, it’s thicker than that and yet I still don’t know how to react.
The hairs on my neck march to their own band to wage war on a foe nobody had planned.
The Cobwebs on my face write of hope and glory.
The tears I hold back tell a different story.
She rattles her glass and out pops an eye as the moon falls on down when I say goodbye.
Copyright G.P Williamson 2017