I know she has returned when I spend the day
I was agitated and stronger.
I knew she had returned.

I am not afraid.
I was mad.

The first thing I tell her is
“we have so much fucking
work to do to undo your mess.”

it doesn’t matter if they believe you.
I cannot stop seeing her
in her white gown next to the well.
that vapid look.
me approaching like
a slow gale.

it is haunting how she looks at me.
with so much hope
and quite undead.

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