Sneaks under shadows lurking
in corners ready to rear its head
folded in neat lab reports charting
white blood cells over edge running wild.
Or hiding along icy roads when
day ends with sea gulls squalling
through steel grey skies.
Brake belts wheeze and whine
snapping apart careening us
against the long cold night.
Official white envelopes stuffed with
subpoenas wait at the mailbox.
Memories of hot words burning
razor blades slash across our faces.
Fires leap from rooms where twisted
wires dance like miniature skeletons.
We stand apart inhaling this mean
air choking on our own breath.
Joan McNerney has read her work at the National Arts Club Gramercy Park, State University of New York at Oneonta, University of Texas in Houston and The McNay Art Institute in San Antonio, Texas. Her poetry is featured in over two hundred print literary magazines, journals and anthologies. She has four Best of the Net nominations thanks to her wider platform on the internet. Her latest title, The Muse In Miniature, is available on Amazon.

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