The World Between

Abstract Imagination

I open the door, and a small girl stands there.

I look down at her,

Coco skin,

Fluffy black hair,

Big, brown eyes,

Blue dress,

Hands fidgeting against each other.

She asks me my name,

I tell her.

She asks me if it’s true,

What the people say about me.

I say yes, and invite her in.

She slowly walks past me,

Nervous.

She sits on the carpet,

I don’t have furniture.

It’s just an empty room,

With us filling it.

After she finishes her glass of water,

She finally asks me the question.

She wants to talk to her grandmother.

She died last year.

I understand.

I ask for her name.

She tells me.

I sit across from her.

Cross-legged.

I close my eyes,

Sway my head to a nonexistent beat.

When I open my eyes,

I’m surrounded by darkness.

The girl is gone.

In the blackness, spirits float,

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