Note to a Ghost
After you died I wandered the nearby field. Twilight. Your cat ran up to me with a bird’s heart in its mouth. I wanted to make something more out of that than what it was. You know what it was. The way you knew to let out your first cry: how you were there and not, how it’s a witness who hears and translates your feelings expressed in the tone. It’s only natural, as in leaves abandoning the trees to fall at your feet, as is the bleeding red moon this night, scientifically explicable. Beast, bird, botany, being, all knowable.
Photographer: Aurélia Lemonnier
Everything I’ve wanted to write that encompasses a haunting atmosphere and poetic feeling. Love this.
Haunting, evocative, beautiful.
This is so good. I’ve read it three times and I’m going back for more.