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Ghost Stories

James

Issha Marie Onoya

Breathing Light

Couples
coupling
in sets of Threes
and I
the odd
One
walking ‘mongst them:

Sometimes I wear
Solitude
like a sore thumb
it’s easy enough to pretend it’s not there
but it makes itself painfully aware

                                   it is                            there

The space that holds us
shifts and pulsates with
colours of indeterminable origin
taken largely from nature, perhaps
though this all seems supernatural to me.
It’s like a glimpse into the                         afterlife
                                                                   I walked into
                                                                   many moons ago
                                                                   moments before
                                                                   voices pulled me away.

A sudden
bright
white
light
             where no edges live
              like standing in the midst of infinity.

I have seen water break.
‘Felt it carve lines down my face,                   (should, shoulder            worn-down boulders)
                    getting to the root of me.

Here, Solitude wears me with grace, now:
I know what it is to breathe light.