I keep her ghost as if she were my own and though I never knew her I can feel her stirring within my bones, can hear the whispered breaths of her calling the secrets of our lost flesh home 7/6/2017 Debbie Berk rev 8/15/2017 Image created using stock photos from 123rf along with one of […]

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A short story   I glimpsed again the shadow, heard the sound once more, a faint, desperate cry……distant. There was a knock at the door, no one there. Turning away from the window I hear the crash of breaking glass and I could almost feel the sting of a freshly cut wound, the warm blood […]

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and through eyes of cobwebbed neglect the ghost of you watching and with shadowy limbs reaching from the mist of silent whispers falling from the voiceless parting of rotting lips, cold and spider bite kissed forever hushed by the worm eaten words I will not miss nor will I mourn their death in the silences […]

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I dreamt of the darkness again, the tears and the struggles, the pain of my own long ago death, of the loss of my innocence to tragedy, betrayal, bloodshed and fear on those many lost days at the hands of a father’s rage and the long hours in the rushed moves in the middle of […]

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A Haunting Hunger My mind is a dark abandoned house with battered walls, lonely hallways, sealed secret doors and small cracks through boarded up windows that bleed just enough light for the shadows to feed ©Debbie Berk 2016

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