So what if I’m possessed?

Tracy Jane Gregory

Can you say yes to my fervor?
Chin tucked and giggling
we float down
skirt around me.

I am welling.

She tells the others
my hideous
secrets.

She pumps
my shallow lungs
until I heave.
We gnash my teeth.

When I ask if my sorrow
will repair,
she eats the edges
of my holes
to make them bigger.

A fluttering
I’ve never felt before.

I can’t remember life
without her beating
spirit.

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