MANIFESTATION.
My waterproof leggings
hang up to dry
over the broom handle
in the shed.
I turn my head away
and in the corner
of my eye
an apparition appeared
observing the living.
A dark shadow
part of life's
undiscovered mysteries
like a reflection
in the mirror
a face
not quite mine
is witness to
the rain drops
dripping like blood
onto the frozen floor
from the
dirty broken
iron roof.
Avie.
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