a visit from Mister Poe
who knows
and
what if everyone should know
I’ve only confessed to God
and so might not bear
the forgiveness
from people
and should they bear scorn in their eyes
and
their subtle rejections
even as detectives
met
happily
while the perpetrator of the crime
heard his own heart
though was
certain it beat from his victim
within the floorboards
beneath them all
and could he not bear a moment longer
unopened in himself
and so cried
confessing
all by terror as the means
rather
than a priestly person
so the ghost of the one he killed
pressed on him
worse than a would-be pardoner’s
supplication
or the black
cat
who wailed behind the wall
in this case
supplanting by revealing
sin
and murder
and so these stories go
of exposure should
the sinner
try to hide
from the world whose implication
must
be to expose
c l couch
for Hallowe’en and other Gothic times
photo by Sonny Mauricio on Unsplash
Premature Burial
Terrifying
To end life before its ending
To box up everything we were
Tie it off, put it away
Other things we
Stack in front
Accumulated memory
Acquisition of scar tissue
Threatening open sensations go
Beneath
When we were young
Nostalgia doesn’t kill, though
It hurts
It has to
Though we have days
Years
Minutes
I can’t count your seconds
Though maybe leaving some
Uncounted has merit
Leaving open
Room to grow
C L Couch

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