Sunday, March 22, 2009

Strangers


The Strangers in my skin
lurks around corners
whispers to me.
Wears a dark coat
Stands in doorways
always about to turn away
gives sidelong glances
casts long shadows in
my confidence.
Echoes of snickering,
sounds of wet pavement
and footsteps on empty streets.
The strangers move in the smoky dark.
The faces never revealed, but I know the shadows.

3 comments:

Lizzi said...

I love this, especially "gives sidelong glances/casts long shadows in/my confdence."

GardeningJo said...

They haunt you too, huh? (Excellent piece, by the way).

dragyonfly said...

Thanks ladies..