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Writer's pictureKenneth Curtis

The Mother, The Daughter, & The Unholy Ghost

Hidden behind zip locked lips

Whom never released the pain,

Stored in frigid heart movements

That blossomed grave flowers;

Love’s unexpected death


Waking up memories

Of butterflies that once tickled appetites

And brewed the aroma of my faith

Climbing hair for a higher connection

Only to meet a plastic princess

Who’s love was entangled with yesterday


Confusion, self blame, tears, depression;

The ingredients of suicide

I weighed placing in the depths of hell

An unplanned exit only I could see

But never found


Awoken from a nightmare

Into chapter two of an untold fairy tale

Where two magnets attract

Despite the black cloud who thunders

A warning of the lightning that’ll strike

While my happiness slowly deteriorates

In the midst of lies I sell myself

Conned by a recovering heart

Tricked into the mirage of love


Holding onto personal blame

My failures that don’t equate to me;

Silently I recover a fragile heart

And interrogate the truth of myself


I escape pain’s coma

The unexpected resuscitation of love

That came with a second heart beat

From plastic princess’s to a queen;

Maleficent

Whom transformed my final breathes of love

Into a mosaic heart

That met a glitch in the matrix

And never escaped

I shower in the loneliness of myself,

After last place finishes.

A trophy case of milk cartons,

With my heart pictured on their sides

The world searches for vigorously

Love’s gas tank slumped below empty

Siphoned;


The unholy ghost who stole my soul.

The daughter who stole my mind.

The mother who stole my heart.

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