Dunes

A little ice enters the room

As the woman of the dunes

Comes slipping and sliding towards me

She brings a little of the night

And a little of the grave

But she won't do a thing

To hurt me

Dead but still high functioning

A spectre of the night

And I am shuddering when

She steps into the light

Like a vampire on a broom

Like a cockroach in a tomb

You keep coming back to haunt me

And the light that you provide

Since your suicide

Can never harm me

Dead but still high functioning

A reminder of our life

And you are shuddering when

I step into the light