the song of the dead

i forgot to wrap
a piece of tiny furniture
for my store on etsy
it arrived broken
like me
and then i overshared
about missing my daughter

now i am thinking
i can't do anything
other then feel
intensely and write
about it

all the miniature dolls
stare at me with dead eyes
just like the ghosts
who stare in to nothing
the nothing that is me

pain is
grounding me
and it isn't enough

the song of the dead 
plays on repeat
ghosts pulling 
at me

whispering
secrets 
 grief keeps
coming 
in waves so big
i can't see 
the point
anymore