Ghost Human Bones

Poetry

Written by:

Kirsten Curcio

  • Karma
    evil behind smiles
the universe sees through all
karma making rounds

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  • Goodnight – Published in Spillwords

    I am thrilled to share that my poem Goodnight was published in Spillwords. Special thank you and warm vibes to all of my kind friends here on WordPress for reading and continued support of my work, as well as Dagmara K and the Spillwords team.

    Excerpt:

    Beaming
    your heart swells with love
    so thankful for their life    …

    Read the full poem here.

    Thank you for reading.

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  • Melancholy Repeat
    against waiting light
he clutches shadows of
accumulated disappointments
a constant visitor
comfortable friendship blinding him
from hope
 
set in his ways,
to the light, he speaks
 
“There is no destination.
Only a beginning, middle and end
destined to live.”
 
inherited words he believes
to the last second
as shadows swallow
his breath
 
in time,
light trickles upon his grassed over grave
 
flowers burst from earth
near rebels making love
beside his sacred space
 
through strangers, new life blooms
 
a second chance, created within
new bones, old soul
set in his ways
destined to live
again,
and again
and again
going through the motions
concluding:
 
“There is no destination.
Only a beginning, middle and end
on repeat.”

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  • Focus

    I’m driving

    I’m in control
     
    But I don’t remember,
    when my foot kissed the accelerator
    or how I’m following the GPS navigator
    staring at the stretched and broken white rectangles
     
    FOCUS.
     
    Trance snapped
    nine and three—eyes ahead
     
    What happened?
     
    I never felt
    like
    this…

    Once
    I owned the road
    electric blue whip,
    sunglasses at night
    weaving, speeding threat
    rapping to Outkast
    cruising to the bookstore

    A life in the past
     
    Turned into a mother
    driving a sport utility vehicle
    kids in the back. I keep everything legal
    despite the horrors
    separated by stretched and broken white rectangles

    A sense of boundary
    the myth of safety from
    horn revenge
    vocal fingers
    anxious heartbeats
    struggle to breathe
     
    Cool,
    a panic attack.
     
    We’ll make it
    We’ll make it
     
    Eyes on the road—precious cargo
     
    FOCUS.
     
    I’m good
    I’m good

    I’m good.

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  • The Fate of One Decision
    In the city,
raindrops march
against a troubled couple’s shared umbrella
 
A damning sound

Countdown
to a decision
 
  “A storm rages between us.”
Girlfriend whispers.
 
Boyfriend listens.
 
    “It’s killing me slowly.”
 
In her hands, a slow pumping heart
ripped in two
Wet wind filters through
the hole in her chest,
soaking his bones in guilt
 
  “You broke me inside.”
 
Gently, he takes her heart
hugging it to his own
holding on to hope
as a second chance
fades
 
  “I’m sorry,” he says,
staring in her soul
  “I ended it with her. I love you. I only want us, don’t you?”
 
Her quivering lip
quick nod response
 
His steady heartbeat and apologies settle storms
 
Calm overcomes
 
Nine years and
three kids later
husband’s unlocked phone
texts left out in the open
reveal secret bliss
and lies
he said
that night beneath the crying sky


In the suburb, 
raindrops march
against the troubled couple’s shared home…

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