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this is the ii chapter from my “Letters from Gehenna” series.

viii of cups ~

yes, dear, i feel…

no, rather i sense your blazing 

energy stirring, calling.

yes i’m always here listening.

i await your midnight visits ~

when my anguished heart, the tears…

can finally become still (i am ever patient.)

i suppose…

none has a choice now.

& i keep trying to decipher your

mysterious riddles.

the same ones, you relentlessly

haunted my dreams, whispering…

weeks before:

the golden mirror fell from the wall,

and the owl sang…outside my

window in the cold, starless darkness…

(mocking me.)

weeks before callous atropos stole you away.

~ yes, dearest, you’re so very loved and sorely 

missed.

 think you could perhaps hear our laments, somewhere

in the celestial [?] 

~ don’t fret, mama lit a Yahrzeit candle…

 we worry you took a part of her with you.

& i walk in silence.  too numb,

to make any noise, even speak.

& too fractured inside…

to…

just…

be.

i find…

find… i now drift in, 

out of realms…

amongst waning, opal moons…

slowly, shape-shift…

into a wraith.

~//~

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