The Midnight Gentlemen
all those midnight gentlemen,
with their cultured bones
shaped so finely and their
eyes like glass beads,
glinting dull coins in the
moonlight- i can see them
traipsing through the living
room, up the stairs, their spindly
fingers knock-knock-knocking
on her door, and the door
cracks open
once inside, their lids droop over
broken-star eyes and lips twitch
with dream-words trapped behind
yellowing teeth.
i listen to the sound of breathing;
they are sleeping gentlemen and
i am a corpse
Isabella Grabski is a lifetime New Jersey resident with previously published works in various literary journals, including Calliope Nerve, Mad Swirl, and Stray Branch Literary Magazine. She is currently a student.