Hauntings
black mold grows
in an old notebook…
abandoned
lost women bag
ladies carry bundles
of grief and broken
baubles
magic
women in ballet shoes
and boots
psychopaths in cemeteries
suicidal mothers lured by
blue bottles of
lye leaving orphans
on the street begging
mitochondrial DNA
dripping
indigo
over the moon’s wrinkled
face
Revenge
Let it Go
4 thoughts on "Hauntings"
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Ah, Carole! What a wonderful title for this thought-provoking poem.
Thank you for sharing this poem.
I especially appreciate the reference to black mold. I know it to be tenacious
Yes, and it can cause illness.
Thanks for noticing.
The tone and feeling works and hits this reader. I love in entirety:
mitochondrial DNA
dripping
indigo
over the moon’s wrinkled
face