Look This Way
Look this way.
Turn away from the salt wind.
There’s nothing to fear.
Let me see your face.
I know mine looks a little strange,
but there’s nothing to fear,
nothing.
It’s just that I’ve been away
a long time.
I have a long life history,
you see.
Look this way.
I’ve brought you flowers.
I found them when I woke up,
when I rose up.
I didn’t see who left them.
I hope wasn’t you.
It would be discourteous of me
to return your gift.
But at least you know I’m no thief,
no grave robber,
just someone who has been away
a long time.
Look this way.
Let me see the salt wind
blow back your hair,
let me see your face.





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Shadows & Light Anthology: September 2018
In this issue: Eat the Poor by Michael R. Collins All the King's Men by Sandy Rozanski Little Black Box by Jennifer Slatosch The Villain by Linda M. Crate Messages by Rick Powell Magical Moments by Ava Bird An Effigy by Lana Bella Winter Storm by Shawna Platt Riven by Carl Scharwath Look This Way...

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