Tiny creatures, eerie and child like visit me in the nights I am sleepless playing games of hide and seek under my eyelids where in half dreams I see them watching with their over sized heads the shape of rotting melons and their sunken in eyes, hard, endless dark pits of decaying innocence taunting me…
The Burning
Love is the ghost fire rising from the smoke of our burnt out desires, the shadow of a whisper that remembers our name returning hearts to flame ©Debbie Berk / 2/16/2015
Ghost
Dark curtains parted just enough to let light in just enough to welcome home those long lost shadows lonely and restless as my own ©Debbie Berk
