POETRY BY M.J. HOLMES M. J. Holmes (she/her) is a writer, teacher, and grad student. She has work published in I Know That Ghosts Have Wandered the Earth: A Collection of Brontë-inspired Ghost Stories and has an active social media presence on Instagram @mjholmes3. She is a member of the Horror Writers Association.
THE HEART OF THE HOUSE THE TRAVELER I am the traveler with no packed bags Most of you never know when I pass by. But maybe you’ll see me NIGHT TERROR Shaking my arm Get a change of clothes. Your backpack for school. Quickly quickly and quietly. Sleep still in my eyes my hair my chest my dragging feet. Stop. My toothbrush. You don’t need it mom says and takes my hand. We stop again and listen to the wind the house settling on its haunches ready to spring the demon that resides and keep going. She pulls me down the hallway into the kitchen. Her keys jingle like an alarm and again she listens shush. Shush. Be still. Nothing and we can breathe and slowly slowly open the front door and slowly slowly cross the threshold and slowly slowly creep into the night air. The car expectant in the drive and mom opens the doors with the key so the unlock beep doesn’t sound and pushes me in with my backpack still on and buckles me and runs to the other side and unlocks it with the key and doesn’t put her seatbelt on and roars the car to life and the headlights shine through my parents’ bedroom window. Shit she says and puts the car in reverse but not before my father opens the front door and how dare you you get back here before I look back and see my dad silhouetted against the moon’s light like a werewolf and I know that ghosts are real demons are real. |