The Lady Next Door

The lady next door
spends her evenings sitting
at her kitchen table
folding plastic bags.
It’s not something that
she wants to do. One
look at her and you
know she does not want
to do it. It’s something
that she has to do.
She’s compelled. Driven.
Hag-ridden is what they
used to call that. I
try not to watch her.
I know what it is
to do things with no
reason and not be
able to stop doing
them. I know the need
to pretend that everything
is all right when it
is not and never will
be all right. Sometimes
I see her. She has
no curtains or blinds
on her windows. If she
has any furniture
it is lost. Lost beneath
the stacks and bags
and boxes and brutal
unreasoning order of
her madness. I see
her and her eyes
are wide with fear of a thing
she can neither name
nor escape, and I think;
Elwood P. Dowd was a lying bastard.” 


About MishaBurnett

I am the author of "Catskinner's Book", a science fiction novel available on Amazon Kindle.
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