Strange
horrifying sound howls
Dog barks
and barks,
If witch roaming in human form.
Unwillingly, but of fear,
Fearful story of “Steaming blood and man”
resembles
That once my
grandmother told.
Blood
reminds me of death of old woman
Twitching,
bleeding
When bullet
pierced through her throat
And
feared-mind rolled she standing outside my door,
In dark, as
angry storm-clouds
Ready to
thrill, ready to haunt
From window,
Sound starts
coming louder,
Drift of
leafs as smashing
With grieve,
I thought she sacrifice once
And quiet as
a Cricket in the cold, close my eyes.
Note
[1] Praying hand is the act of releasing, Grandmother’s soul from the mind as in the mind she was still alive, even after passing 10 years from her death.
