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winter succubus. | WritersCafe.org

she ekes at my psyche 

trailing icy fingerprints
through the hallways of my heart,
while whispering the truths that hurt –
the ones i know better
than to acknowledge…
she knows the chinks in my armour,
after all, she cut them all out
in the first place
in winter months
her thoughts hold sway
and i recede
lost
quiet
huddled within the safety
of my trusty bolthole
she prowls the perimeter
keeping watch
and while her insidious murmurs
can slide through the floorboards
or between the planks i nailed
over the only way in
(or out)
she herself is unable
to ghost her icicle touch
along my pale flesh
now if i can only hold out til spring…

Β© 2010 jenniewren (J.W. Bouwman)

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One thought on “winter succubus. | WritersCafe.org

  1. The ending is so chilling! Love this poem!

    “she knows the chinks in my armour,
    after all, she cut them all out
    in the first place”

    The above lines especially caught my attention.

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