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  • Undeceased Uncle Part Two Aurora walked straight from Freterers to the graveyard where her brother had been laid to rest last weekend. No one stopped her, but Aurora was certain she couldn’t return to the potion shop again without running into trouble. Oh well. She had what she needed. Her brother’s marble grave, encircled by graves of their ancestors, shone in the afternoon sun. As she stepped closer, she felt his loneliness emanating up through the soil. She ran her hand over the smooth curve of the headstone. “Soon, Castor.” Aurora read the instructions aloud to him, “On the full moon after your loved one’s death, pour half of this potion into the dirt above the body. Pour the rest into a silver offering bowl for the moon goddess. Do not wait for your loved one to rise. Return home and light a white candle in the front window. When your loved one returns, the flame will extinguish and they will be home.” She turned the bottle around to make certain she’d read everything. “Seems simple.” A breeze blew her hair back behind her shoulders. “Patience. We still have a few days to prepare. Then you can come home.” *** On the night of the full moon, everything was set. Aurora had made up the guest bedroom in her small cottage, laid out his clothes, and set the candle. Castor would know where to find her. He used to visit often. Vibrating with excitement, Aurora put on the dress she had worn to Castor’s funeral. It only seemed right, especially since ...
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Latest Poetry Post

  • The Lies We Tell Ourselves Do you hear the ticking? Count the seconds, the minute, the days, the years. Wish them away. Push it off to tomorrow. Rain check, reschedule. Plan like you have time. Promise forever to him. All the time you have and beyond.   Grey snakes through your hair. Lines mark your skin. The aching starts.   Memories slip away. Where did you put them?   The stress, bad decisions, sadness all become apparent in your body.   “Time heals all wounds” No. The wounds become scars; the pain dulls. They mark you always. ************************************************************************************************************* Like this poem? Share it and read on: http://www.wedbushwrite.com/new-time-same-place/
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