Her words haunt me
in the same way
that Holocaust stories do.
She said
No
I don’t want to open my eyes
it splatters everywhere
death death death.
Her words remind me
one doesn’t have to see the smoke
to smell the ashes.
SOB with me
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Ramblings of a Medicated Lady: Words of Woe by Loria Taylor 
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March 13, 2009 at 10:41 am
Patrice
It’s a powerful expression of grief – and a great poem – quite haunting in itself.
March 13, 2009 at 10:55 am
bindo
Ah yes, the stuff of yours that really makes me glad to know you!
Awesome poem
March 13, 2009 at 3:34 pm
poeticgrin
“Her words haunt me/in the same way/that Holocaust stories do.”
Strong choice to set the mood and very much appropriate.
What haunts me is the reference to ashes, which comes full circle in a painful way from the starting point/Holocaust reference.
March 16, 2009 at 7:43 pm
socratesoul
Yes, totally agree with what poeticgrin said. Powerfully layered poem.