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Memory in Passing
by Kendra Hale
Lost and alone,
Decrepit and stagnant
Left in the memories of a mind too far gone.
Am I appeasing your dreams?
I hope your dreams all turn to the nightmare that is my reality.
I can hear the wind here and at least I am surrounded by trees that give me a kind barrier from visitors.
I have been left undisturbed, watched as the seasons change but that is the only way to measure the passage of time.
I have no idea what year it is.
No way to know where my family is or what events in their lives I have missed.
Do they still miss me?
Have they given up hope?
Was there a funeral where people said how much they missed me?
Liars, the whole of them.
Their lives moved on while here I am stuck at twenty nine for the rest of my existence.
No guide, no light, just this space.
A rotting metal corpse to match the bones that lie inside lost and barren.
The flesh has been gone for so long…I couldn’t even describe the form it once took.
Just the flashes of the face that kept me here and took the spark that must have once lit my eyes.
The rope still lies on the bones, is that why I am bound here?
Why can’t I seem to leave?
Stuck in this hollow realm in the changing and yet always the same scene.
The only change being the wildlife that sometimes unfortunately find me here and stir these feelings of longing.
But I stay a memory of the one who is the only one who knows how and why I am gone…
Fiction © Copyright Kendra Hale
Image courtesy of Pixabay.com
More from author Kendra Hale:
A Gothic Bite Magazine Anthology
A collection of poetry.