Arlyn

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IN LOVING MEMORY

Going Down

I dreamt
a door slammed shut
behind me
I couldn’t breathe
“I’m in one of my brother’s
elevator nightmares” I thought
but it looked more like
a cement crypt

There was my mother
quietly asleep on the floor
dressed in
her blue suit
the one we buried her in
Those solid white walls
offered
no way out

Mom opened one eye
“Go” she instructed
“You have things to do”
As I exhaled
a door opened
I scramble out
before it shut again

I awoke in the dark
alone


 

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