Meagan Irby Purgatory

Purgatory Meagan Irby

This thing has been living in the cracks of my ribs the discs of my spine the holes in my heart. This thing has been living my mind the life support stubbornly fighting my body’s time clock. This thing has been slithering thickening sickening. This thing has been stuck swimming purgatory. My mind seeks to revive scans the crowd for a sign but my body has given one dare look inside. It’s dead and it’s gone. My face plays along but my heart knows it lingers. A shadow lives on. Weeping in anguish my soul cannot see blinded by this thing that’s blocking its leave.

My skin craves the sunshine I hope it seeps through. I hope when I kiss it it kills off old news. But it’s stirring it’s whirring it’s kicking down doors summoning ghosts of those buried post war. This thing was once violent and though it lives on I have surrendered and so it stays calm. It slithers it thickens reminds me it’s there. It stirs and it whirs but won’t hurt only scare.