The Halloween blog event continues with ‘An Exorcism’ Part 2 below. Before you read part two, catch up on Part 1 by clicking HERE.
In this prison I can feel you—I know
you are near. Your smell seeps
through the bars and cracks in cement.
I hear your echoed breathing in outside
halls, the sound of shoes echoes in emptiness—
you gravitate, float, and shuffle closer until I
see a shadow—two feet under locked door. Time
holds its breath as I wait for your voice or letter
slid beneath. I stop—waiting for some sign that
you are more than a shadow—more than
a bourbon-coated memory of bodies pressed together.
But the stepping starts again and the shadow moves
away as I’m left wondering if that was even you—
if you are even you or if you even exist as any tangible
thing outside of the hands of my imagination—
outside the walls of this prison.