Ouija’s Truth

Ask me anything, I’ll tell you goodbye.

I’m a heavy but open book,

Turn a page, you’ll see

Weighted pages covered,

Liquid ink staining

A clean, white page

Leaden in lead scratches,

Tearing at a tree’s sacrifice

For burdens of a metaphoric life

Literally burning to be real

Missing pages, burnt fringe

Lingering as it always does..

Never subtracting weight,

Whole experiences–

Lost in lost spaces

Between page after page

Just light enough to carry

Like crosses through lives

Crucified at intersections,

Cut by edges of paper that

Ache

For

Ever

After the split, stained

Ink left red in the margins,

Marking every mistake,

Regret, doubt and conscious

Unconsciousness, where dead authors

Who must not be named, Never

Control

Narratives

Again;

Cast out like aspersions

Into depths of bigotry.

O, cursed void of word

Dweller of deep cracks

Underminer, root twister–

Read the Ouija’s Truth

Between dead lines

G

E

T

O

U

T

Scorned truth lies on the horizon,

Pages filled with facts of the grotesque

Black pages that burn out lying men’s eyes.

Women’s hands, reaching out move the planchette.

T

E

G

T

U

O

Goodbye

Words expelled, propelled, twisted

Like the soul laboring to write

Warmth into a frigid night, no sun

For cold white knights with blank pages

Lingering in the twilight, unfinished

Frigid fingers grip an aborted fetus

Sacrificed;

under the table

  a little cash

Where a child’s fate is shaped,

Folded to fit inside a gold-lined pocket

Where she never belonged until broken

Marriage bells rang, waking to memories

Of stolen identities lost

to greedy men

who took

took

took

Advantage, giving way to fragments of life

Given to unforgiven men with

no place

Giving burden to open books.

Were his own pages not enough?

Open books are for reading–

For carrying on and and on and on

Truth that’s shared after closing

Time, where remembering’s in lingering

Resonant thoughts reconciled to souls

Cursed by empathy and understanding,

While blessed fools draw their own conclusions.

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