THE SOUNDS OF NIGHT
Stephanie Smith
What
music is
this Death plays for us
so
tenderly in
the night?
A
sound as
sharp as the color of murder
A
bell that
tolls in our final seconds of life
In
this
operatic hour
when
we fall to
our knees in supplication,
begging
for
light while darkness reigns
What
shape is
the whisper that kills?
The
leather and
the veins
What
is this
flesh, but a lump of clay
A
structure
that rots as it pines for the grave
BIO:
Stephanie Smith is a poet and writer from Scranton,
Pennsylvania. In addition to Black Petals, her work has appeared in such publications
as The Horror Zine, Carnage House, Illumen, Raven Cage, and The Devil's
Playground anthology.
