But what had woken her?

Here, she, a ghost in 3D

Was it a knock at the door?

She feels for the lock

Alone in the dark

Spider threads catch at her face

A sign that no-one had been there

She opens her handbag and

tips the contents onto the floor

as the footsteps get louder

Then, head held high

she sweeps out of the room

She is a stranger

Lost in a very strange land

Something she had forgotten

A second later, chin even higher,

She sweeps back in

Queen of the Inane

to snatch up her sanity

and is gone again



Coming soon to Emotional Graffiti

Queen of the Inane

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