saturday
falls
silently
outside

in this
strange
room of nowhere
I sit with
one shoe on
and listen
to a dozen
pale roses
suffocate...

you have to be
mad
to hear
the dead
die

The Wolf
-Terri Kitchen
(1-8-04)

Silver moonlight
Drips across your window
Slides over your bedpost
And takes you by the throat
Another cycle starts
Of nightmares in the mist
And those haunted calls at midnight
To turn your blood to rust
It drips down the lonely hallways
And slides beneath the door
It's calling you to come outside
And taste the night once more.
Into the black shadows
You seep
On padded feet
Wearing that grin
Your panting breath
Vibrates through the mind
Come closer
Let me feel your heat

Poison Summer
-Terri Kitchen
(12-31-03)

Do you dream?
Are your dreams forever?
Do they come in colors
Or are they black and white?
Vivid they come
And vivid they go
Leaving a tangible impression
I dream
Sometimes about you
Floating high above me
Like poison summer skies
Do you dream?
About me?
Do I haunt your days?
Maybe I don't want to know...