In the sliver of space
Between the window silt
The eye of the half moon
Bulges and blinks
Staring curiously into mine
Blue moon clouds
Flower and flicker in front
Till she retreats, black and sullen,
Till she disappears and
Sleeps forevermore
But shivers prickle as fear
Climbs up my spine
Wary of her eye that may be
Sprouting on my back in my mirror
Bulging
