electric moon
dangling over the city -
a white taunt
draws the ghosts out
fickle little darlings
to dance in the streets
they flash their knives
& their teeth,
whirling, blurring -
our shadows
between our legs,
we run home
to tell Mom all about it
but her lips tighten
& her knuckles crack
in her pockets.
later,
we hear the sound
of her footsteps
followed by the
snap
of windows, locking -
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