Impaled

The moon calls
with the wind
through the hollow night.

Soft steps
echoing
quietly, heavily,
as newspapers are blown
across the street.

Traffic lights change,
moving the serene night
and freezing it again.

One step further -
into another world,
starlit sky
and cruel kisses.

Dark figures
roam the street
in your head.

Wind moves the world,
strong storms,
houses dissolve
and fall to the ground
heavily.

A knife shines
in the silver moonlight,
a smile under a street lantern.

No one around
but her.

Soft steps,
marching with doom,
world dissolving.

Her heart impaled
by the
flying street-lantern.