Not that we celebrate Halloween where I grew up, but I always liked its mysterious, playful tie to the
other side. And this year, in particular, I feel like indulging in some spooky atmosphere, which is why I decided to share some of my more eerie writing. This weekend, it’s a poem called
Four Sisters. I wrote it for a poetry class I took at the uni, where the assignment was to write a poem based on a dream you had. I don’t think I need to say much more – you can make your own idea of what my dreams are like. Are dreams… really but a mirror of one’s reality?
