Marble Heads

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A graveyard beyond a window
where I slept
cold structures
reaching for the sky
once dignified
wealthy souls
these marble heads
were growing
in a forest

a full moon casts
long shadows
groans heard
as wind echoes
tree limbs bend

bats fly at night
high above the window
where oak trees line
the property
told bats rip the
hair from human scalps

footsteps of sandpaper
walk the floors
each night
floors creek

a statue of Mary
on the window sill
a beam of light
protects me from
those marble heads

dare I gaze toward
the graveyard
or hid beneath
fresh cotton sheets.

Marble Heads was last modified: July 27th, 2016 by Nancy Duci Denofio

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