steampunk

a dark pathway edged with pink hollyhocks

a cottage window lit by a flickering candle flame

 

the rustle of a silk gown behind me

but when I turn to look

 

there’s no one there

 

the cottage door creaks open slowly

there’s a smell of woodsmoke and lavender

 

from inside I hear the metronome beat of a clock

 

see the shadow of a presence

I have no wish to meet

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