Twelve Midnight
1 min readMay 30, 2018
The church bell goes Bong! Bong! Bong!
I awake from my brief slumber, gasping.
The window behind the night table,
next to me, is cracking, shattering
and releasing frustration.
There is a snow flurry
and something white
has come through.
The big crack of the window
reveals a ghost of a man
breathing out cold air,
trespassing my room
and is sorry. I cannot hold
his hand. I cannot make him
human again to find
out who he is.
