Ghosts at their screens

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The glow of a screen,

The apparition stares.

Words appear sporadically;

raindrops  just as it begins to rain:

Drip drop, plip plop.

Sentences form themselves.

It is now over,

Time to sleep.

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Silence at midnight

The silence rings in my ears.

 

Broken by the grinding of a gate latch,

There is the peculiar growl of a scooter;

Travelling down the brightly lit road.

 

But my ears ring.

 

The clanging of pipes.

The warren of homes with

The creaking and cracking of bones.

 

Nothing stops the ringing;

The midnight hour strikes,

Silently.