a momentary respite

Today: Remembering a time I wrote a ghost story that creeped out even myself. May our muses handle us gently.


If I write of haunting

If I write of haunting,
I am haunted.
If I write of lovers, I love.
If I write of rivals, I rage.
If I write of killing, I die.
If I write of living, I write all rage, all love, all haunting.
The door to my study has fangs;
I write of biting.


Text and images from the unpublished manuscript “52 Scribbles”, copyright 2017 by M.C. Chambers. All rights reserved.

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