How do you know the deceased

well here’s the thing

they linger

float

the dark smoke

curls around us

we are each made of dead people

the fearlessness of your five year old self

that best friend until fifth grade

rember how naive you were when you blew 11 candles?

you know that mind too

but

at what point do you pronounce something dead?

not breathing, sure

but what about when suddenly you look ba...

“How do you know the deceased?”

“Well, here’s the thing, it really all started when this lady came up to my door. She was like only a few years younger than me and she told me her name, Alice, and introduced herself as my sister. Alice told me that we had several first cousins I didn’t know about and had met our aunt. Our aunt had told Alice that her brother, our father, was very ill and would lik...

Already gone.

~Mirc~

"How do you know the deceased?"

They always ask that, don’t they?

Well, here’s the thing—

you can walk around breathing,

yet already be gone.

Hope slips from your hands,

and the will to continue

fades into silence.

The body grows old,

but the soul died at sixteen.

You surrendered—

to emptiness, to everyone.

Never fitting in,

not even with blood.

A shadow at the table,

a s...

Living dead girl

~Mirc~

"How do you know the deceased?"

They always ask that, don’t they?

Well, here’s the thing—

you can still be alive, but dead.

Giving up all hope for change,

not wanting to continue on.

You die in your older ages,

but you really died when you were 16.

You gave up on everything,

gave up on everyone.

You feel as if you don’t fit in anywhere,

even with your family.

You don’t ...

(PLEASE READ THE FIRST PART BEFORE THIS ONE!)

Carrie runs her hand over the slick feathers. How did this happen? She needs an explanation immediantly. No one just grows wings, atleast she thinks so. She did have that tingle in her body the night before from that handshake with that Glenn guy aside from the pain. It must be from Glenn, it has to be but it doesn't make sense. How would he have...

A dead octogenarian, an inquisitive beat cop, and a hot fuchsia handbag choked with large bills, Jimbo had been in tougher spots than this. A part of him was sick of the grift. His first con had been trading Anthony Cordero’s Pokémon cards for Franchine Lopez’ GameBoy. By middle school his fake test answers had Jimbo living large on Twinkies. He bought his first car in high school with the found ...

“How do you know the deceased?”

“Well, here’s the thing…”

I️ hesitate. My fingers fiddle the keys in my pocket.

“I️…um…I️ didn’t.”

He tilts his head to the side, not breaking eye contact.

“It’s hard to explain,” I️ try to smile, “work related, I️ guess you could say.”

He seems to relax.

“Oh! So a work acquaintance then?”

I️ nod in agreement, “Something like that.”

He glances around the ro...

I walked in and it seems like everyone turned around to watch my entrance. It’s too late now, I can’t turn around.

An older man walking around with a box of tissue stops in front of me and asks: “how do you know the deceased?”

“Well, here’s the thing, we were supposed to go on a date and I thought he stood me up. Then, I angrily started snooping around online and found his obituary. I know I shoul...

I didn’t actually. I stared quietly at the ground in feigned remorse. The morning man nodded towards my ruse of personal loss. “I was a friend from university.” My voice sounded muffled behind my handkerchief, it was a vibrant red, like blood. I never went to university. “Oh, you must have been close even after so many years.” 10 to be exact. It had been 10 years since Martin Riggs had been enroll...

“How do you know the deceased?” “Well here’s the thing….”

We were life long friends from sandbox to diploma we sing

She was the brightest star in the blue and pink forever sky

The continuous smile that she always wore was no life lie

Her heart was made out of kindness and tons of love

When the sun comes out it’s her in heavens light above

The beaches were her second home as she walked in the s...