Hungry Bones

Gazing through the glass of my window
Staring at the creature who returns my gaze
Her eyes beckoning me to come closer,
And closer still
Her pallid skin stretched over hungry bones, begging to be touched
One hand on the window,
Tracing crooked hearts on the steamed glass
Her lips, pursed, blowing kisses in my direction
I press myself against the glass, trying to find her
Trying to give her what she's been begging for
But she is no longer there
And I find myself lost in her reflection