Footsteps

Footsteps awaken

your presence at the door

Gusts of wind

rush into my bones

highlighting half moons

You see them

you shake your head

and you hover unanswerable questions

I stretch my mouth

and mock the creation

in your head

When will you learn

that fear is also my friend?

When will you know

that without it

I'm motionless

Dead!

©Mireille Astore