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"Dreams are today's answers to tomorrow's questions"
- Edgar Cayce

our bones are never found

6/11/2021

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last night I died in a warehouse
it was the day before halloween
I went to this costume shop
in the middle of nowhere

I didn't know what to be
so I followed this man around
 as he sorted through
hangers on racks
I wanted the perfect costume

he presented me
with this mod style black dress
with a white peter pan collar
and mother of pearl buttons

he said welcome to the dollhouse
and I laughed 
while he beckoned me 
to the back room to try it on

that is all I remember
I woke up on a mattress 
next to him
I keep telling him
how I need to get home
I am going to miss
my daughter's birthday
but he can't hear me

I am above now
I see my husband worried
wondering why
I never came home
I watch him talking to the police
I scream that I am here
but he can't hear me

my dead dog is with me now
as I float back to the warehouse
I watch the man steam cleaning
my costume
I see a naked body the color of bruises 
on a mattress on the floor
I see that she is me

the room starts to spin
I am above again
in the night sky
my sadness is overwhelming
I am missing my daughter's birthday
I will miss all her birthdays
I am never going home

my dog tells me that 
everything is okay
I ask her how she is talking
she says that we are
in a place where the rules
don't apply

I can't go back to my body
I can't remember my death
so I  wait in the dark
for things to make sense
while  I watch time 
go on without me

the man buries my body
in the dirt with all his
other dead dolls
our bones 
are never found

1 Comment
Sandra
6/24/2021 05:30:33 am

In the content of your poetry you basically say that you see Ghosts. Can you really see them? Isn't it scary? I'm glad you do though ( if you do and it doesn't scare you) because I don't think you're poems would be as good if you weren't living through what you're writing about
Ps you think you could help me find my writing "voice" again I miss writing I did it b4 drugs then during the worst of my addiction I couldnt do it anymore and didn't really care about anything but drugs so it didn't matter but I'm clean now and I really want to start writing again
Any tips would be a God s bd

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