The Swing

By moon’s pale light, she waits and sways,

The girl in the swing from darker days.

Her eyes are hollow, her skin is cracked,

Her twisted smile pulls you back.

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The rope creaks once, her feet don’t touch,

Her laughter chills—it’s far too much.

You step too close; her eyes lock tight,

Now you’re bound to endless night.

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Her hands reach out, they claw and cling,

Cold fingers tighten, and you can’t scream.

You’ll swing with her, a soul to take—

No waking now. You’ll never wake.