“Skeleton Key” by Nick Pipitone.

I want to trace my family tree:

a suicide in the ‘70s,
a ghost-aunt hangs limply
from her husband’s belt,
eyes swollen, blood-shot,
a haunting whispered
at the dinner-table,
the wounds we carry
but press down

obscene phantoms
hiss in my ears, softly,
while I lay comatose under
bed-sheets, dejected again,
psychic pain of ancestors
at my blackened brain-stem

I want to trace my family tree:

open barred doors
with a rusted skeleton key
enter opaque rooms, 
turn on bare light bulbs,
expose repulsive truths
hidden from me

I want to trace my family tree:

I’m fixated, but horrified,
of what I might see.

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Categories: L.W.W.O.H. Submissions Posts, Poetry

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9 replies

  1. ghosts in the machine
    i mean
    jarre tu
    et toi

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  2. Thanks for posting, Lucy!

    Liked by 1 person

  3. Finding your own personal horror story can be less than uplifting. Some very nicely dark images laid bare in your lines.

    Liked by 1 person

  4. So many challenging and vivid images. Amazing poem 🖤

    Liked by 1 person

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