Untitled by: Camila Tellez Pardo, Acrylic on Canvas, 2015.
My Curse
by: Brenda L. Chacon
What are they talking about?
The whispers, the voices, the yelling, the growls.
I can never tell. There’s so many of them.
What are they talking about?
So strange and jumbled.
I hear them here and there.
Not sure what they want. I wish they would say.
Or maybe they are, and I just do not want to hear.
They are always near me, surrounding me day and night.
I want to sleep tonight. “Stop sitting on my bed!”
Can I please have this day?
I’m just walking through, “Leave me alone,” I say.
They keep on and on.
“Stop. Just Stop!”
I run and peek around the corner.
Are they still following?
Where did she come from?
She’s the scariest yet.
Maybe she just came from a costume party, but I know she didn’t.
Just wishful thinking.
“Leave me alone. I can’t help you.” I plead as I walk away.