{"sf1_id":1695983,"sf2_id":"rnapVZmb","title":"This Poem Is Haunted","author":"Rob MacWolf","words":130,"posted_at":"2021-03-15T21:47:00.000Z","tags":["Couplets","Horror","Poetry"],"url":"https://fse.anthro.fr/stories/1695983-this-poem-is-haunted","original_url":"https://sofurry.com/s/rnapVZmb","image_url":"https://cdn.sofurryfiles.com/submissions/thumbnails/1f/09/1f090f8c-b5c0-402f-a83a-456fde4c0cb6","description":"#8 of poetry\n\nEvery word of this is true. It happened to a guy my brother's girlfriend, who goes to a different school, knows.","content":"This is the house that he built out of breath.  \nThat was his living. This is his death.  \nThese are his clothes, though he needs them no more.  \nThose were his shoes, left outside the door.  \nThese are peeled grapes, but pretend they're his eyes.\u0026nbsp;  \nThese are his teeth of unusual size.  \nThis is his hopefulness, quite atrophied,  \nAnd that's just the wind, a-whistling outside.\u0026nbsp;  \nThis is a message. Perhaps meant to be  \nReceived by somebody, posthumously.  \nThis is his altar to unheard-of gods.  \nHere did they hear him. What are the odds?  \nThis is his heart that they carved out of wood.  \nThis is his body. This is his blood.  \nThese are the words that are left of his mind,  \nAnd that is the sky he is somewhere behind.\n\n  \n\n  \n  \n\n","series":{"name":"poetry","previous":"https://fse.anthro.fr/stories/1695980-i-ask-myself-how-is-it-i-have-come.json","next":"https://fse.anthro.fr/stories/1695987-the-holy-mountain-of-vengeance.json"}}