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at midnight

by Carissa Dewey

She keeps her door unlocked
hoping,
that you will
climb those iron stairs.
Each step vibrating into these changing nights.

She lays near it, sometimes
and listen, every foreign noise-
being so foreign
in between the darkness and her,
in between you and her.

And sometimes
when the noise looses itself,

she turns upright-
rushes
and turns the lock shut.

12/10/2007

Posted on 12/10/2007
Copyright © 2021 Carissa Dewey

Member Comments on this Poem
Posted by Joe Cramer on 12/10/07 at 05:51 PM

An exceptional piece... I loved it... now one of my favorites!!!

Posted by Richard Vince on 12/11/07 at 09:31 PM

wow. so very full of that eerie atmosphere of a house full of sleep. you've an exceptional talent for conveying moments like this in words that can't help but become pictures in the reader's mind.

Posted by Morgan D Hafele on 06/29/10 at 04:16 PM

i don't know what it is exactly, but this line, "Each step vibrating into these changing nights." really gets me... kind of gets me thinking about the endless possibilities in life, despite the somewhat ominous mood of the piece over all.

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