Poetry – Dream Girl

You look like the girl
in my dream last night -
hungry for a new name,
one to be called out
at the stroke of midnight
by those about to draw
their last tattered breath.

You always did want
to hold the dark power.

Poetry – Halloween Tree

Halloween tree
orange glitter
on twisted branches
holds up the bodies
in the breeze.

(Yesterday I bought my first Halloween tree to decorate with ornaments at Target. I’ve wanted one for years and finally got one. It is a spooky black tree with orange glitter on it and prompted me to write this little poem. If I am able to find enough ornaments and such to decorate it with, I will try to share a pic later!)