Today's poem is by Marisa Crawford
The creak in the door got stuck in my spinal cord.
The creak in the floor board/
You pulled up the covers. My eyelids are
green, white, moving.
You said mixing perfumes together makes poison/
I used to believe you. Wished on a wishbone.
I kept a picture of the forest burning in my locket
a catalogue of candies underneath my pillow.
I value the wood grain. Trace you into the bedpost.
I'm as white as a sheet I just saw a million ghosts.
Copyright © 2010 Marisa Crawford All rights reserved
from The Haunted House
Reprinted by Verse Daily® with permission
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