
Here is an old piece of mine from the archives that fits rather nicely for this month's 31st.
The Shape
by Ray
The curtain has a mold, a shape of a figure, looking back at me from the second floor window. No one is home. The shape likes to walk around a lot. It likes to pretend it is not there. It likes to use the house as a giant respirator to breath in wooden floor boards and possess door frame hinges. She said she once saw split second balls of light in the darkness of the room while trying to go to sleep. I said it was her medulla oblongata telling her she needed more blood. The shape is a personified nothing.