tremor of water

A tremor of water.

The skip of a fish.

Bullfrogs splash dismally

to the abyss.

All promises offered

between one and six

seem currently haunted

by an angry bell witch

from a pool where her

waterfall dances and laughs

she threatens to drink

out men’s living by halves

If the stones that were

pocketed deep in our dreams

are deposited in

her cavern of screams

and thoughts spoken aloud

between one and six

are no longer silenced

by an angry bell witch

this all-hallows evening the

curses will lift

and houses for haunting

shall blissfully shift