Off

It just felt off
Like freezing broth
Or clothes that just don't fit quite right
Flashes in the dead of night
Like wearing a corpse's underthings
A box of widows' wedding rings 
A whale that beached itself to die
A strangely troubled baby's cry
It may be dark, but I have a hunch
Conformation is waiting to make me its lunch

ZoeBee

VT

19 years old

More by ZoeBee

  • 1893

    It was just a fluke that I happened to see

    The ghost of a girl in 1893

    I didn't think much of her, tried to ignore

    But then she came 'round in 1894

    A spirit was not something that I had wanted

  • Papercuts

    Did you know that, when you wrote me, I was made of papercuts

    That I was ink and glue and wax but mostly, I was papercuts

    Did you know that, when you read me, I am made of memories