There will always be a dog barking at the moon

There will always be a dog barking at the moon.
The things that truly haunt me come back again
and again, to such an extent that they no longer
torture, or terrify. I welcome them hesitantly
because they are familiar, and I’m finally calm
enough to speak that most basic spell for lifting a
haunting—to ask the shade what it wants. This is
hard to do with a new haunting, but in time the
terror wears away and you can look the old
ghost square in the eye without forgetting that
you’re the only thing in the room that’s still real.

One comment

  1. I love that doggies face and your poem is hauntingly good!
    Your poetry is amazing and I find myself want to keep on reading even after I finish reading!

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