Lakeview, Chicago

I used to think if I could just see the lake, I wouldn’t feel alone. From my eighteenth floor window, the despair nudges me closer to looking down.

this old feeling…
the ghosts I know
come home to haunt

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Amelia Cotter

Amelia Cotter is an author, storyteller, and award-winning poet. Her books include This House: The True Story of a Girl and a Ghost, Maryland Ghosts: Paranormal Encounters in the Free State, and Breakfast with Bigfoot. Her poetry and short fiction have appeared in journals like Barren Magazine, Frogpond, Modern Haiku, The Heron?s Nest, and many others. Amelia is a member of the Society of Midland Authors.

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  1. Great!
    The high rise reminded me of a symbolic bird …

    Hoopoe, up in the sky
    Detects water
    Underneath earth layers…
    The valuable secrets

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  4. Recognizable for me, but my old ghosts have turned into company and no longer uncomfortable.

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  5. Thank you all for the responses, and thank you to tinywords for publishing this piece! Spoiler alert: I did not jump.

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  6. Very nice, intimate and moving! Congrats! NEVER COMMIT SUICIDE. OF COURSE YOU KNOW THAT. There is always too much to enjoy and indulge in and live and experience and share! After all, suicide means eternal loss of soul in the afterlife….

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