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Art by Jack Real 2021

A BOY IN A GRAVEYARD

 

by John Grey

 

She rose out of the damp earth,

in long white robe,

to a chorus of shrieking bats.

 

She was like a vision

from the novels I read,

late at night,

that fouled my subconscious,

desecrated my dreams.

 

Her skin . . .

mere wisp on her cheekbones.

Her lips . . .

as red as a heart doctor’s gloves.

 

She passed within three feet of me.

Willows drooped lower.

Dogs howled in the distance.

Streetlamps dimmed.

Every nerve in my body tensed.

 

Her feet made no sound,

not even when brushing

the twigs on the path.

No need to open the gate.

She floated right through.

 

When she was gone,

I took back my breath,

the control of my body,

ran home without once looking back.

 

I was eleven years old.

I had always sneered at girls.

But now I was very afraid of them.

 

 



Originally from Bronx, New York, Jack Real works as a plumber in New Jersey. When he’s not snaking pipes, he likes to have a few beers and listen to Classic Rock with his childhood friend, fellow Yellow Mama artist Jack Pepper.

In Association with Black Petals & Fossil Publications 2021