In ink an illustration of a dark night with leafless trees and a figure lurking.
Draw your curtains, don’t peek out —
for they won’t care for you
if you don’t reach for their eyes.
.
Don’t whistle down the wind
after the sun has set.
Don’t call for them with:
idle tongue
intent unintentional.
They will come
when all you wanted
was simple tune as company.
.
Keep knobs locked, doors bolted.
The hostile guest will see
the turning knob
as invitation to a beheading.
About the Creator
Chaia Levi
like if Nabokov had a brain injury
artist, writer, photographer
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