April 22, 2019
"17th Anniversary Issue"

Haunted
by Lillian Queen (poem, PG-13)
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In April 2002, the Piker Press was created by Alexandra Queen as a weekly online journal of literature, art, commentary, and who knows what else. Her daughter, the author of this week's cover piece, was born just a few weeks later.

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1)

De mortuis nil nisi bonum
Don't speak ill of the dead
The world has gone dark
The one who made me whole is gone
Leaving me alone in this world I can't survive in
Their warmth still lingers in the hearts of their loved ones
Like a brightly lit flame that has gone out
It is now that much dimmer in this tired home
The synchronized thrumming of the rain
Echoes through our home
Making me feel less alone

2)

De mortuis nil nisi bonum
Do not speak ill of the dead
Or they will haunt you
To their family and friends they were wonderful
They were the epitome of perfection
Smart, "kind," "forgiving" clever and quick-witted
He was good with academics and had lots of friends
He was "patient" and never raised his voice
But they never saw what was behind the curtains
What he did behind that velvet illusion
My fear of being hurt further prevented me from telling anyone
But no one ever questioned my want to please him
Or why I never stood up to his "teasing" comments

People say that if one speaks ill of the dead they'll be haunted
But what if I'm already haunted
A poison is what he was to me
I'm scared that he'll hurt me even though he can't anymore
I've secluded myself even more now, not because he's dead
But because I can't do anything without him
I can't do something without the voice in my head asking "will he approve?"

3)

De mortuis nil nisi bonum
He's hurt me and kept me prisoner for so many years
But he's gone
And I'm free
But I still feel chained and trappedx Relief is an understatement of what I wish to feel
But the guilt of being happy is too overwhelming
I have finally reached out for the help I've wanted for so long
And learned to move on and surround myself with people who care
I can finally heal
The synchronized thrumming of the rain
Echoes through my home
Comforting me as I sit alone
It's a shame that he hated the rain


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~ "...unwilling to reveal the secrets she has conceived..."

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~ "...the decay of hope like worms in the garden..."

True Believers -- Frederick Foote
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~ "...try to remember who died, who got married the last time we saw each other..."

KKK Shoes -- Sarah Ito
~ "...Four dollars and ninety-seven cents, unless the parental unit found a sale elsewhere..."

Haunted -- Lillian Queen
~ In April 2002, the Piker Press was created by Alexandra Queen as a weekly online journal of literature, art, commentary, and who knows what else. Her daughter, the author of this week's cover piece, was born just a few weeks later.

The Death of Whydah Sibyl -- Ken Allan Dronsfield
~ "...Whydah Sibyl still sings her lovelorn sonnet..."

Swan Song -- Patti Santucci
~ "...I'm not the fly that annoys, nor the yellowed, shunned Polaroid..."

The Sporting Life -- Harvey Silverman
~ When your dad is proud of you, it's always a winning season...

The Good Shepherd and His Sheep -- Ndaba Sibanda
~ "They sang and shouted with joy as he paced about, whispering..."