by Mary W. Jensen
They tricked Mother
You have to believe me
Skin prickles when he’s hovering
He’s not my little brother anymore
Eyes too wide and ever watching
Too keen for only five
Check him for horns
Mary W. Jensen lives in Utah with her husband and son. Mary is the middle of nine children, and escaped the loudness of reality by immersing herself in books and poetry. From chaos comes creation. Her poetry has recently been published in Moon Drenched Fables, a fantasy webzine.
Mary is a moderator on Writing.com, an online writing community, and was an editor for their Fantasy newsletter for two years. She has various incarnations online under the designation Feywriter, including a twitter account. Visit her blog at marywjensen.blogspot.com
Poem © 2010 Mary W. Jensen. All other content copyright © 2010 Abyss & Apex Publishing.
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