At the Window

A girl looks out over a snow-covered garden where everything seems to lie eeriely still. Further into the house lies her sick mother in her bed. When a strange being shows up outside the window, the borders between dream and reality, life and death, cease in this experimental horror poem. A girl looks out over a snow-covered garden where everything seems to lie eeriely still. Further into the house lies her sick mother in her bed. When a strange being shows up outside the window, the borders between dream and reality, life and death, cease in this experimental horror poem. A girl looks out over a snow-covered garden where everything seems to lie eeriely still. Further into the house lies her sick mother in her bed. When a strange being shows up outside the window, the borders between dream and reality, life and death, cease in this experimental horror poem. A girl looks out over a snow-covered garden where everything seems to lie eeriely still. Further into the house lies her sick mother in her bed. When a strange being shows up outside the window, the borders between dream and reality, life and death, cease in this experimental horror poem.