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Hollow-Throated Hauntings Pain knocks my throat and I can’t see it when I look straight down my open mouth. There is no bulge in the neck hollow, no pulsing shows the thorn’s roost. Nothing proves the dull ache which isn’t a cold but won’t go away. The fear is from the woman who looked in her throat and saw nothing but the next moment was gone from an embolism or aneurysm. My father was ghost hollowed and gut frightened by the funeral. He and mother made the promises of caution that I too have made. Living without me, I worry you might come to be comfortable with hollow-throated hauntings. I tilt and swallow to see if the pain lessons or grows. |
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