Shadow women

Shadow women
with her white face
and black radiant eyes.

Standing
in the morning
under the sunlit tree.
Waiting
near the gate
in the pose of a black lurking bird.

Sitting
in that silent dusty town.
Waiting for me
under the door stick.
Huddeld
like a playing card
in the blue, bleached corner.
Turns her head.
Eyes like black coal,
they suck me in.

Sending her servants
In the dream with colourful gifts made from sugar.
They approach in blackblue silhouettes:
The cat and the gang,
the dog and the dwarf.

The next
will be her.

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