Chandelier spirits watch me wander

Dusty ghosts moan and stretch

Yawning at me.

Somewhere behind the curtain

A phantom blackness is staring at me

Wanting me

Composing his obsession.

My white dress swirls

And spins the air.

The silence roars across the empty aisles

And from behind the curtain

He steps out at last

Kissing my ragged scream –

. . And then

. . . n o t h i n g .