floppy hat down over her eyes
sometimes seen in the daylight heat
but usually she stalks at night
the homeless have nightmares of her
waking them in the silence of dark
whispering into their ear
up against them like a smooth snake
they can't resist her
as she stands up in the shadows
stripping her old clothes and hat off
silencing all sounds
she is not a witch
her beauty unbelievable
her swaying dance unstoppable
they lose consciousness in her trance
awakening the next morning
to find they are already decaying
she is not a vampire
blood is not her drink
she infects their flesh and spirit
with all the wrongs of this world.
Stephen Jarrell Williams loves to stay up all night and write with lightning bolts until they fizzle down behind the dark horizon. He can be found on Twitter @papapoet.
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