they were dreams
not ghosts
they visited him
Please why are you hereyoure rarelyso rarely
here rarely come as yourselves
he didnt speak
his wife his daughter exactlyexactly as he remembered
fresh as rain beautiful
horrifiedhe screamed to his wifeDROP
as he dropped
actions
speak louder than wordsHE SCREAMED
over her shoulder
out their bedroom window he saw he saw the
gathered storm its brilliant lightningbolts heard its deafening thunder raindrops
on the windowpanes cast black blobs on their bedroom walls instinctively he knew the storms terrible intentDOWNasif that would
matter bluesilverlaced lightning ran at her rabid slivers shriekedcame on like arrowsHE
SCREAMEDthey smashed the window pierced her engulfed her
spidery
teslatentacles crackledcrawled over her he tried to wrestle her away they
snappedbit himburned himblistered his fingers and hands
she was dead again
his daughter blonde looked like warm
powderblue freshspun cotton candy
she was tickled she was playing with a weavecloth basket of puppies gently blowing into their smiling faces they flinchedclosed their eyes then peeked again
he couldnt tell her about her
mother he couldnt
breathe
then aware he was therewatching
her she turned to him as she turned and smiled her
dimples deep she began to disintegrate
particles escaping paleblue fireflies lazy softblue embers reaching for herdisturbing the atmosphere the
fireflies and embers avoided his hands they swirled dissipated were gone
she was dead again
they had come as themselves
he was grateful
AMish, Monday,
6 9. 21
1147, Twosday,
7 9. 21
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