Suppressed

The bed was cold;

And the night — quiet.

A shadow passed by,

I waited.

Her creeping sickness

Blew the wind away,

As Walls shivered in evil humor.

Dolls, clock, fireplace stopped

Whispering; staring numb

At the swelling form.

A face, dipped in rouge,

Glass,

Stood dripping black ooze.

The cold, Eyeless, bald 

Visage of memories

Smiled.

I smiled back.

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