It stares at my with crooked eyes
from where it
sleeps
on wet towels in
the garage.
It says “I
thought you loved me - -“
I tell it “I do”
My ghost is
rabid and feral.
The portions of
my childhood I feed it are not enough.
It wants my
soul.
It pecks away at
my liver and the thing that I call freedom.
It devours me.
My ghost sings me lullabies.
It holds me in its lap as I wither up;
as I fade away
becoming nothing more the echoes of a voice crying out:
"I thought you loved me - - "
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So I was wondering if I should keep the last stanza or not. Because I really like it, but I also think that I could just leave it at: It devours me. What do you think?
If anything, I would expand it. This reminds me of my monster poem, and it might be because of that, but it feels like it needs to grow quite a bit.
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