“TheManicandTheBoy (Driftwood)” by Joe Kibler
She waits at night, in the attic she stays, staring with those cold dead eyes,
Waiting for her day, for her eyes to sway, for her to come alive,
The sun sets, a flicker of light, her thoughts now begin,
With only one night, she sets her sights, on a lovers binge,
The mirror shows her all she has, what
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