Haunted

I do not believe in spirits or the afterlife, and yet ...

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Haunted

a prose poem in 50 words

I do not believe in spirits or the afterlife. It’s all just superstitious nonsense to me. And yet, I am often visited, awake or sleeping, by my long-departed mother. She tells me to stop grieving. “You don’t need me now, sweetheart. You are all grown up. Now, pull yourself together.”

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