Mireille Bouchard, 1998

Come sit by my window with me

and listen to my scary poetry

old wive=s tale of sadness and strife

and selfish rambling of ending a life

giggles and laughter reach through the wall

but my man made black shadows block them all

no one dares open the door

they don=t that=s what its there for

cold wind walks through the screen

and drag in someone=s careless scream

it floats around and around my head

this is my insanity that I thee wed

welcome to shadows, two steps from light

purposefully hidden, in plain sight

please wipe your feet clean at the door

my dirt=s enough, I don=t want any more