Demon

Her skin is white and smooth,

her brown hair short

and sort of wild looking.

Maybe his mother is back

for good and they are going

to be a family again.

A wail cuts through

the night and the thunder

crashes in unison.

The sulfurous stink

of the gunpowder

hurts his nose.

His father picks up a

machete and raises it

above his head.

Palmettos grow

where bedrooms

should be.