POEM: Sick Sense

There is more than one way to be dead, or mortified by dread, especially if you don’t see your own deadness, dreadness…

Sick Sense

“I see dead people.” — from the movie, Sixth Sense

She was diagnosed
As pre-morbid
Fixated on
The dread
Hanging
Around in the obit
Of dead people
She saw
What others
Did knot
Icy dead people
Who could Nazi
Their own
Dreadness

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