I’m Still Here
When the violent wind howls And the shutters slam against The tightly locked windows - who do you call out to? When the lights flicker And the floorboards creak With every step, or just old age - why do you close your eyes? When the temperature drops And the air seems frigid, Even though the fire is roaring - who do you pray to? When the shadows dance And shift about so quickly Your eyes second guessing - why do you whisper my name?
Hug Your Mother
When I was little and upset My mother would always say To not forget to hug her for A mother’s love cured everything. And so, over the years Even if I didn’t need one I often hugged my mother. I hugged her – no matter what – Through good times and bad Our family always did seem happy From the outside looking in. And so, over the years I always hugged my mother Up until the day we buried her. A mother’s love cured everything Echoed faintly in my mind As the doctor explained the diagnosis And gave me a set of days left. And so that night I dug her up And made sure to hug her lovingly, For a mother’s love cures everything.
Brianna Malotke’s most recent work can be found online at The Crypt, Witch House Amateur Magazine, and Dark Entries Journal. She has poems in the anthologies Beneath, Cosmos, The Deep, and Beautiful Tragedies 2. Looking ahead to 2022, she has two poems in the Women in Horror Poetry Showcase, “Under Her Skin,” published by Black Spot Books.
My website: https://brimalotke.wixsite.com/malotkewrites