true tales from the gates of the underworld

October 11, 2008, 1:35 pm
Filed under: Poetry

Everyone would watch the woman laying in her yard
she had a ritual

she would go outside
remove a blanket from the ground
crawl up and pretend to sleep

Afterward, she would put a fresh sheet down and go inside

She didn’t speak with anyone

Was this the secret to the flowers that grew so beautifully in her yard?
Was she just insane?
Maybe just bored

The people living near her were perplexed and overcome with curiosity

they waited

they planned

and they saw.

They don’t bother her anymore

they don’t talk to each other anymore either.

Some things can not be forgotten.

Those small black lifeless fingers sticking out of the dirt caressing her face will be one of those things.


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whoa. This is one of those writings that make you think.
beautifully written.

Comment by Kara Douglas

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