Burning Bush

Their bloodied, blasted faces stare in livid judgement the moment my eyelids droop. I’ll get my revenge on their hauntings. I’ll send their friends to follow and then their friends after that. Maybe I’ll scare them enough so as they won’t come back each night, staring, accusing.

Forgive me, Father, for I have sinned.

‘Hail George. Hail George. Hail George.’

Published in: Misfit Mirror – An Anthology of Poetry & Flash Fiction; Earlyworks Press; 2008; Ed. Kay Green. ISBN: 978-1-906451-11-0


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