This is where we close our eyes and listen
to lewd lullabies collected in a
desiccating book. Illegible when
we chance a look, midnight, just yesterday.
Crow carriage takes two more away, velvet
ribbon, and the one who prayed, or schemed,
while we would muffle screams — those who forget
their place inside the indelicate dreams
mandated with a glass of milk. Some run
from lions, bare feet beat silk. Shrieking when
the nightmare ends into the palm of one
of the remaining friends. This church wherein
we wake requires its congregation creep
for there are devils worse than these we keep.
Kristin Garth is a Pushcart, Best of the Net & Rhysling nominated sonnet stalker. Her sonnets have stalked journals like Glass, Yes, Five:2:One, Luna Luna and more. She is the author of fourteen books of poetry including Pink Plastic House (Maverick Duck Press), Candy Cigarette Womanchild Noir (The Hedgehog Poetry Press), the forthcoming Flutter: Southern Gothic Fever Dream (TwistiT Press), The Meadow (APEP Publications) and Shut Your Eyes, Succubi (Maverick Duck). Follow her on Twitter: (@lolaandjolie) and her website http://kristingarth.com