the man in the portal
showed me his life from birth to death while an angel played charades showing me all the things she needed me to know obviously she didn't know I haven't played much charades the woman in white might have been a woman or the little girl that was haunting me with the hoofed demon that was trapping her in this realm she belongs in the night sky not earth bound but bound for infinity somewhere even I can't see this was just the middle of my strange happenings the beginning began in a barn when I was no more then four a little boy with his brains showing through the back of his head we roamed the fields as playmates until I moved to a different house a different town a small triangle hole is in the floor next to my sliding glass door the dogs are mystified by it it seems to project all the latest activity demons with their jagged teeth alien light beings that stare with their big eyes and mute subtraction sign smiles spirits all twisted out of shape if I look to long in that direction a graveyard appears on the porch the grim reaper with his bone face is the head of this field trip I tell them it is closing time go on get out I have to write now but they are mad they wasted their haunting hours last night helping me put together a manuscript where they were the stars I light some incense and shush them I can't hear myself think one ghost dissolves into a chair I ignore them but they don't care my dog barks near the camera suddenly they are friends they all want to pose for a picture while chanting we exist we exist I have to go now keep them company as they have done for me all they want to do is watch haunting shows
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Lawrence Powell
5/31/2021 12:26:46 am
This work is so truly and utterly awe-inspiring. It expresses my feelings about Otherworldly visitation exactly. Thank you Michelle!
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Ed Leonard
6/4/2021 10:00:31 pm
PTSD at age 4
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