She still lives in me

Facing my fears through Flash fiction and a Poem. I hope I helped you face your own. {Shoutouts} below, Sara Wilson, Tanya Lei and 10 others 🌹

By Caitlin CharltonPublished 11 months ago • 1 min read

Sketched by author

Though she be far in heart, yet I still care.
And place my reach behind an iron bar.
Like north and south where dust and clouds don’t share.
The past comes back to haunt you from a star.
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The sun must fall to find the days sure end.
No bat can see the darkness of my pain.
Before the grave opens the heart must mend.
I mend my heart I will still mourn in vain.
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Yet on a stone the mind must trace her face.
For once born your image will always last.
Her spirit stays when scent gives up its place.
I send my grief upon the breeze to cast.
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When lace shall close her eyes, her smile I see.

And thus I know that she still lives in me.

The Manifestation

Lucy thought she was alone at the morgue, finishing the final intake log on the old desktop. Tonight, the screen flickered more than usual.

Everything she logged began to shift.

The male patients file data morphed into a female identity.

Every detail, suddenly and impossible, was her mother.

She slammed her finger down on the power button.

The computer glowed brighter, rejecting the command.

The speakers crackled, a voice pleading, ‘Why won’t you let me help you? I am tired of feeling useless.’

Then, the tray slid out of the main refrigerator unit, revealing a familiar tag on a toe.

~Caitlin Charlton~

A\ N : I suck at writing horror. So If you got this far, this is where I will let you in on the inspiration for this peace — more of a practice piece, I would say. But to elaborate — I fear the death of my mother, and we are all looking at AI with a side eye. So I thought, why not combine the two. Thank you so much for reading ♥️🤗🙏🏽🖤

Canuck Scriber Lisa Lachapelle