
Locked away in an old refrigerator
Dying bumble bees half-heartedly
Buzzing at my hands
Tangled in my silver curls
Here am I
In a Ghost House
At the end of the world
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How I love the forsaken
Searching through abandoned houses
Seeking the Ghost
Who stole my soul
Finally finding you
At this broken-down resort
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Up against the incoming tide
In a cold, gray Atlantic Ocean
Help! I’d said
But you wanted me dead
And locked me away
Yet, at the last moment
The door opens
Surviving bees and I
Fall out onto the sand
Salty water useless
To quench my terrified thirst
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Catching my breath,
I look around
My back against the
Edge of the Earth
It’s the end of the world
As I know it
But end for all
Or just for me
Me or we
Wee wee wee
All the way home
To a place
I no longer own
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A Clown in wig and floppy shoes
Emerges from the Ghost House door
Briefcase (briefcase?) opens
And he hands me a form
And feathery quill
How long have you been
An advocate for the Devil
I ask
He smiles and fades out
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Out of the clouds
Rock band Heart singing
He’s a Magic Mannnnnnnnnnn
Totally unreal
(How I crave unsalined water)
O, look!
Another horror stereotype
Or is it a Jungian archetype
Magician in a black cape
Wand waving
Handcuffs dangling
From his wrist
Just another Ghost
From the House
At the end of the world
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Perhaps water exists
Behind the Ghost House
Evading the Mage
I cross the imaginary stage
Into the next part of this
What?
Nightmare
Truth
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Only to hear annoying laughter
From gap-toothed Laffing Sal
Animatronic ha-ha-ha-ha-ha
And I’m suddenly three or four
At Willow Grove Park
Crying from the horror of Sal
In the Funhouse of childhood
Laughing her freckles off
Refusing to go into that dark cavern
Of Ghosts and Goblins
Been hearing her laugh
All these years
Every time I failed something
Marriage
Creativity
Music
Friendships
My personal Greek Chorus
Ha-ha-ha-ha-ha
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Why am I at the end of the world
I ask myself now
End of MY world, I amend
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Glimmer of sun on the sea
So I think
The world is round, remember?
It’s just another beginning…
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© 2021 Clarissa Simmens (ViataMaja)
IMAGES: Ghost House/Laffing Sal
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(I REALLY DISLIKE FLORIDA SUMMERS SO LEAPING AHEAD TO AUTUMN AND HALLOWEEN 😊 )
