Haunted - Dawn Schout

Restless spirits are not always ghosts - sometimes they're numbered among the living.

Haunted

by Dawn Schout

     For two nights

     he hasn’t slept. Wind hisses.

     The moon, a black cat’s eye

     in the darkness,

     peeks at him through the blinds

     of gnarled branches.

     He rests his eyes on the mysterious

     glow: bloodshot,
     curves like a ghost,

     slight enough to make him second

     guess they’re there.

     He shuffles to move,

     body heavy, head light, as if sliced

     off by a guillotine

     but still unwilling to let go

     as long as there’s a trace of light.

     He looks only through fog.

     Tissue paper clouds run

     off with stars.

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About The Author:
Dawn Schout has written over 1,000 poems and is working on her first book. Her poetry has appeared in Fogged Clarity, Glass: A Journal of Poetry, Lucidity Poetry Journal, and Tipton Poetry Journal. She has a B.A. in creative writing and works in marketing.