The Night Hag

Veiled unbridled spirit

She looms within a closet

Moving clothing hangers,

The waves of pushing promise.

Five voices scream aloud

In all forms of pitch,

Radio waves keep at bay

The body from moving an inch

Floating furniture, levitates.

Frozen, hovered in time.

With one hum worlds undone

Her finger to lips for silence.

Her skin rotted-twisted,

Her skull, barren and dry,

A lantern glows through crucifix holes

It can come all crashing by.