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
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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
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