Haunted, Alone Again, Naturally
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Haunted, Alone Again, Naturally
There I stood on bended knees after I gave up my lunch,
I was in the back of our haunted house, too fearful to face it,
So the back door chose me, as I looked behind me--there it was,
As if I ran back into it, running backward--did not...yell,
I do not want to call attention to myself,
Because it is always the wrong ones...who answers,
First, I struggled to get ahold of myself,
when I realized there was no floor to stand on,
I thought to myself, who is holding me up then, I turned, and yelled, it was my Uncle Joey, but how could it be...I screamed and I screamed, let go of me please you're scaring me so badly, what are you saying, I cannot hear your wee voice, you sound like you're in a grave--you're telling me why?...why, why you say? You're are my mom's younger brother...and I'm your sixteen-year-old nephew--and you're only three--I suppose to babysit ya.
2019 September 17
*3rd Place*
Haunted
~~Tania Kitchin
Copyright © Hilo Poet | Year Posted 2019
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