Part XXI
October,
the month when the monsters
begin to haunt,
drift inside the attic of my body,
the trunk with all these memories,
rattles, begging me to stir up trouble,
I oblige and I soon find myself
in the asylum.
– Michellia D. Wilson 8/24/14 4AM
So powerful and chilling.
I so appreciate your comment. I enjoyed this extreme exercise in poetic cleansing.
poignant and painful…..the power is that of your soul coming clear and expressing this so well. great job!